Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.