If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit

When Death Doth Close His Tender Dying Eyes.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

Live In Thy Shame, But Die Not Shame With Thee!

Promising Is The Very Air O' Th' Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation. Performance Is Ever Duller For His Act; And, But In The Plainer And Simpler Kind Of People, The Deed Of Saying Is Quite Out Of Use. To Promise Is Most Courtly And Fashionable; Performance Is A Kind Of Will Or Testament Which Argues A Great Sickness In His Judgment That Makes It.