He That Loves To Be Flattered Is

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love, Whose Violent Property Ordoes Itself And Leads The Will To Desperate Undertakings.

Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak Aloud.

The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is Her Tomb.