Nothing Is So Common As The Wish

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

I Am Disgraced, Impeached, And Baffled Here, Pierced To The Soul With Slander's Venomed Spear.

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.