If Wishes Would Prevail With Me, My

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.

The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven.

The Very Instant I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly To Your Service; There Resides To Make Me Slave To It. ...mine Unworthiness, That Dare Not Offer What I Desire To Give, And Much Less Take What I Shall Die To Want.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.