He Is As Full Of Valor As

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

If I May Trust The Flattering Truth Of Sleep, My Dreams Presage Some Joyful News At Hand. My Bosom's Lord Sits Lightly In His Throne, And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo