Now, Infidel, I Have You On The

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

How Long A Time Lies In One Little Word?

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?