Thou Hast Not Half That Power To

Show Me A Mistress That Is Passing Fair, What Doth Her Beauty Serve But As A Note Where I May Read Who Pass'd That Passing Fair?

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

O Love, Be Moderate, Allay Thy Ecstasy, In Measure Rain Thy Joy, Scant This Excess!

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.