For Such Things As You, I Can

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.

Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good Ale.

Pleasure And Revenge Have Ears More Deaf Than Adders To The Voice Of Any True Decision.

Be Merry, And Employ Your Chiefest Thoughts To Courtship And Such Fair Ostents Of Love As Shall Conveniently Become You There.