The Course Of True Love Never Did

Or Art Thou But / A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, / Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?

On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.

Give Me A Staff Of Honor For Mine Age, But Not A Sceptre To Control The World.

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.