Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

Sin, That Amends, Is But Patched With Virtue.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write, Knowing A Better Spirit Doth Use Your Name, And In The Praise Thereof Spends All His Might To Make Me Tongue-tied Speaking Of Your Fame.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.