Things Past Redress Are Now With Me

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

Come, Lady, Die To Live.

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.