Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She; The

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

Blind Fear, That Seeing Reason Leads, Finds Safer Footing Than Blind Reason Stumbling Without Fear: To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worse.

Lay Not That Flattering Unction To Your Soul, That Not Your Trespass But My Madness Speaks.

Love Is A Smoke Rais'd With The Fume Of Sighs; Being Purg'd, A Fire Sparkling In Lovers' Eyes; Being Vex'd, A Sea Nourish'd With Lovers' Tears; What Is It Else? A Madness Most Discreet, A Choking Gall, And A Preserving Sweet.

Whats Here A Cup Closed In My True Loves Hand Poisin I See Hath Been His Timeless End. Oh Churl Drunk All And Left No Friendly Drop To Help Me After. I Will Kiss Thy Lips Some Poisin Doth Hang On Them, To Help Me Die With A Restorative. Thy Lips Are Warm. Yea Noise Then Ill Be Brief Oh Happy Dagger This Is Thy Sheath. There Rust And Let Me Die.