Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises, Sounds, And Sweet Airs, That Give Delight And Hurt Not. Sometimes A Thousand Twangling Instruments Will Hum About Mine Ears; And Sometime Voices, That, If I Then Had Waked After Long Sleep, Will Make Me Sleep Again: And Then, In Dreaming, The Clouds Methought Would Open, And Show Riches Ready To Drop Upon Me; That, When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again.

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.