Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.

The Moon's An Arrant Thief, And Her Pale Fire She Snatches From The Sun.

All Love's Pleasure Shall Not Match Its Woe.

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

There Are Many Events In The Womb Of Time Which Will Be Delivered.