O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

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

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

That Which Is Now A Horse, Even With A Thought The Rack Dislimms, And Makes It Indistinct As Water Is In Water