Drink Down All Unkindness.

Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds The Tongue And Makes The Senses Rough.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

So Many Hours Must I Take My Rest; So Many Hours Must I Contemplate.

What Is Thy Sentence Then But Speechless Death.

Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought, Is Better.