He Jests At Scars That Never Felt

Passion Lends Them Power, Time Means To Meet, Tempering Extremities With Extremes Sweet.

And In Some Perfumes There Is More Delight Than In The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks. I Love To Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know That Music Hath A Far More Pleasing Sound.

What Is Thy Sentence Then But Speechless Death.

He That Is Giddy Thinks The World Turns Round.

Report Of Fashions In Proud Italy Whose Manners Still Our Tardy-apish Nation Limps After In Base Imitation