O Teach Me How I Should Forget

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

I'll Never Be Such A Gosling To Obey Instinct, But Stand As Is A Man Were Author Of Himself And Knew No Other Kin.

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

Let Still Woman Take An Elder Than Herself: So Wears She To Him, So Sways She Level In Her Husband's Heart, For, Boy, However We Do Praise Ourselves, Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner To Be Lost And Warn, Than Women's Are.

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By