A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.

Under The Colour Of Commending Him I Have Access My Own Love To Prefer; But Silvia Is Too Fair, Too True, Too Holy, To Be Corrupted With My Worthless Gifts.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumber'd Here While These Visions Did Appear.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?