I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At

We Cannot Fight For Love, As Men May Do; We Shou'd Be Woo'd, And Were Not Made To Woo

Before Thee Stands This Fair Hesperides, With Golden Fruit, But Dangerous To Be Touched; For Death-like Dragons Here Affright Thee Hard.

Grief Hath Two Tongues; And Never Woman Yet Could Rule Them Both Without Ten Women's Wit.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

What: Is The Jay More Precious Than The Lark Because His Feathers Are More Beautiful?