That Truth Should Be Silent I Had

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

No Might Nor Greatness In Mortality Can Censure 'scape; Back- Wounding Calumny The Whitest Virtue Strikes. What King So Strong Can Tie The Gall Up In The Slanderous Tongue?

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

I Begin To Find An Idle And Fond Bondage In The Oppression Of Aged Tyranny, Who Sways, Not As It Hath Power, But As It Is Suffered.

A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy Husband.