Sweets Grown Common Lose Their Dear Delight.

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.

Tempt Not A Desperate Man

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.