Who Is Here So Vile That Will

Well Could He Ride, And Often Men Would Say, "that Horse His Mettle From His Rider Takes: Proud Of Subjection, Noble By The Sway, What Rounds, What Bounds, What Course, What Stop He Makes!" And Controversy Hence A Question Takes, Whether The Horse By Him Became His Deed, Or He His Manage By The Well-doing Steed.

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See