You Know That Love Will Creep In

For Now I Stand As One Upon A Rock Environed With A Wilderness Of Sea, Who Marks The Waxing Tide Grow Wave By Wave, Expecting Ever When Some Envious Surge Will In His Brinish Bowels Swallow Him.

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herald Of Joy: I Were But Little Happy, If I Could Say How Much. Lady, As You Are Mine, I Am Yours: I Give Away Myself For You And Dote Upon The Exchange.

What? Do I Love Her, That I Desire To Hear Her Speak Again, And Feast Upon Her Eyes