Thou Art A Castilian King Urinal!

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.

Beauty's A Doubtful Good, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour; And Beauty, Blemish'd Once, For Ever's Lost, In Spite Of Physic, Painting, Pain, And Cost.

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights In Joy.