Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

Give Me My Sin Again.

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.