For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds

Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward, But Then Woos Best When Most His Choice Is Froward.

I Can Get No Remedy Against This Consumption Of The Purse: Borrowing Only Lingers And Lingers It Out, But The Disease Is Incurable.

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest, And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From This World-wearied Flesh. Eyes, Look Your Last! Arms, Take Your Last Embrace! And, Lips, O You The Doors Of Breath, Seal With A Righteous Kiss A Dateless Bargain To Engrossing Death!