Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

Happy Thou Art Not; For What Thou Hast Not, Still Thou Strivest To Get; And What Thou Hast, Forgettest.

If Wishes Would Prevail With Me, My Purpose Should Not Fail With Me.