The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

It May Do Good; Pride Hath No Other Glass To Show Itself But Pride, For Supple Knees Feed Arrogance And Are The Proud Man's Fees.

If Ever (as That Ever May Be Near) You Meet In Some Fresh Cheek The Power Of Fancy, Then Shall You Know The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen, Arrows Make.

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.