Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

How Poor Are They That Have Have Not Patients.

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

I Bear A Charmed Life.

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.