What Is Past Is Prologue.

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Can One Desire Too Much Of A Good Thing?

Good Morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All In The Morn Betime, And I A Maid At Your Window, To Be Your Valentine.