The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins

The Iron Tongue Of Midnight Hath Told Twelve Lovers, To Bed; 'tis Almost Fairy Time. I Fear We Shall Outstep The Coming Morn As Much As We This Night Over-watch'd.

I Am Not Of That Feather, To Shake Off My Friend When He Must Need Me

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

Dead Shepherd, Now I Find Thy Saw Of Might. Whoever Lov'd That Lov'd Not At First Sight.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.