Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of

Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights In Joy.

Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror