Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain

Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

Best Men Oft Are Moulded Out Of Faults.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

Come What Sorrow Can, It Cannot Countervail The Exchange Of Joy, That One Short Minute Gives Me In Her Sight

Now The Fair Goddess, Fortune, Fall Deep In Love With Thee, And Her Great Charms Misguide Thy Opposers' Swords!