Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.

Time Hath Not Yet So Dried This Blood Of Mine, Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention, Nor Fortune Made Such Havoc Of My Means, Nor My Bad Life Reft Me So Much Of Friends, But They Shall Find Awaked In Such A Kind Both Strength Of Limb And Policy Of Mind, Ability In Means, And Choice Of Friends, To Quit Me Of Them Throughly.

Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe To God.