Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought,

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

Sorrow, Like A Heavy Ringing Bell, Once Set On Ringing, With Its Own Weight Goes; Then Little Strength Rings Out The Doleful Knell.

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises.

Time, That Takes Survey Of All The World, Must Have A Stop.

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.