Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.