No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not

I Love Him For His Sake; And Yet I Know Him A Notorious Liar, Think Him A Great Way Fool, Solely A Coward; Yet These Fix'd Evils Sit So Fit In Him That They Take Place When Virtue's Steely Bones Looks Bleak I' Th' Cold Wind; Withal, Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

Enough No More; Tis Not So Sweet Now As It Was Before.

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives Me Endless Support.

Thine Eyes I Love, And They As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black, And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain.