Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None

To Think But Nobly Of My Grandmother: Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons.

Hot Blood Begets Hot Thoughts, And Hot Thoughts Beget Hot Deeds, And Hot Deeds Is Love.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?