On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love. The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. Love Is A Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love.

Beauty, Wit, High Birth, Vigour Of Bone, Desert In Service, Love, Friendship, Charity, Are Subjects All To Envious And Calumniating Time.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

Before, I Loved Thee As A Brother, John, But Now, I Do Respect Thee As My Soul.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.