Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do

A Blind Man Can't Forget The Eyesight He Lost, Show Me Any Beautiful Girl. How Can Her Beauty Not Remind Me Of The One Whose Beauty Surpasses Hers?

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.