I Do Desire We May Be Better

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

I Had Rather Have A Fool To Make Me Merry Than Experience To Make Me Sad And To Travel For It Too!

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.

Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty.