Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

Love Is A Smoke Raised With The Fume Of Sighs; Being Purged, A Fire Sparkling In Lovers' Eyes; Being Vexed, A Sea Nourished With Loving Tears. What Is It Else? A Madness Most Discreet, A Choking Gall, And A Preserving Sweet. *here’s What Love Is: A Smoke Made Out Of Lovers' Sighs. When The Smoke Clears, Love Is A Fire Burning In Your Lover’s Eyes. If You Frustrate Love, You Get An Ocean Made Out Of Lovers' Tears. What Else Is Love? It’s A Wise Form Of Madness. It’s A Sweet Lozenge That You Choke On.*

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates.

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.