Were All The Letters Sun, I Could

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

O Death, Made Proud With Pure And Princely Beauty!

Do Not Give Dalliance Too Much Rein; The Strongest Oaths Are Straw To The Fire In The Blood.

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.