Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am

Had I No Eyes But Ears, My Ears Would Love. That Inward Beauty And Invisible; Or Were I Deaf, Thy Outward Parts Would Move Each Part In Me That Were But Sensible: Though Neither Eyes Nor Ears, To Hear Nor See, Yet Should I Be In Love By Touching Thee. 'say, That The Sense Of Feeling Were Bereft Me, And That I Could Not See, Nor Hear, Nor Touch, And Nothing But The Very Smell Were Left Me, Yet Would My Love To Thee Be Still As Much; For From The Stillitory Of Thy Face Excelling Comes Breath Perfum'd That Breedeth Love By Smelling.

Oppose Not Rage While Rage Is In Its Force, But Give It Way A While And Let It Waste.

One Touch Of Nature Makes The Whole World Kin.

Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well