Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

I Do Not Seek To Quench Your Love's Hot Fire, But Qualify The Fire's Extreme Rage, Lest It Should Burn Above The Bounds Of Reason.

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!