It Is Not Night When I Do

Of All Base Passions, Fear Is The Most Accursed.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

Absence Doth Sharpen Love, Presence Strengthens It; The One Brings Fuel, The Other Blows It Till It Burns Clear.

Can One Desire Too Much Of A Good Thing?

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.