For In That Sleep Of Death What

All Lovers Swear More Performance Than They Are Able, And Yet Reserve An Ability That They Never Perform; Vowing More Than The Perfection Of Ten, And Discharging Less Than The Tenth Part Of One.

So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone.

My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art Another.

Under The Colour Of Commending Him I Have Access My Own Love To Prefer; But Silvia Is Too Fair, Too True, Too Holy, To Be Corrupted With My Worthless Gifts.

Gold--what Can It Not Do, And Undo?