Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth

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

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.