Good God, The Souls Of All My

I'll Drown More Sailors Than The Mermaid Shall; I'll Slay More Gazers Than The Basalisks; I'll Play The Orator As Well As Nestor, Decieve More Slily That Ulysses Could, And Like A Sinon, Take Another Troy. I Can Add Colors To The Chameleon, Change Shapes With Proteus For Advantages And Set The Murderous Machiavel To School. Can I Do This, And Cannot Get A Crown? Tut! Were It Further Off, I'll Pluck It Down.

Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?

My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things Forgotten.

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.