Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

Lady, You Are The Cruel'st She Alive If You Will Lead These Graces To The Grave And Leave The World No Copy.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

I Am Not Prone To Weeping As Our Sex Commonly Are; The Want Of Which Vain Dew Perchance Shall Dry Your Pities; But I Have That Honorable Grief Lodged Here Which Burns Worse Than Tears Drown.

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!