Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

Speak Comfortable Words.

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart