When Heaven Doth Weep, Doth Not The

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate... When In Eternal Lines To Time Thou Growst So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.