My Desolation Does Begin To Make A

O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To What, My Love, Shall I Compare Thine Eyne? Crystal Is Muddy. O, How Ripe In Show Thy Lips, Those Kissing Cherries, Tempting Grow!

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.