Enjoy'd No Sooner But Despised Straight, Past

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

This Blessèd Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England This Nurse, This Teeming Womb Of Royal Kings, . . . This Land Of Such Dear Souls, This Dear Dear Land.

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

Ay Me! For Aught That Ever I Could Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

Death, Not Romeo, Take My Maidenhead!