She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.

Thou Hast No Figures Nor No Fantasies Which Busy Care Draws In The Brains Of Men; Therefore Thou Sleep'st So Sound.

Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious Moon, Who Is Already Sick And Pale With Grief That Thou, Her Maid, Art Far More Fair Than She. . . .

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.