Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.

But If The While I Think On Thee, Dear Friend, All Losses Are Restored And Sorrows End.

While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

Forever, And Forever, Farewell, Cassius! If We Do Meet Again, Why, We Shall Smile; If Not, Why Then This Parting Was Well Made.

Under The Colour Of Commending Him I Have Access My Own Love To Prefer; But Silvia Is Too Fair, Too True, Too Holy, To Be Corrupted With My Worthless Gifts.