If It Be You That Stirs These

Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

What Need The Bridge Much Broader Than The Flood?

And Do So, Love, Yet When They Have Devised What Strainèd Touches Rhetoric Can Lend, Thou, Truly Fair, Wert Truly Sympathized In True Plain Words By Thy True-telling Friend; And Their Gross Painting Might Be Better Used Where Cheeks Need Blood; In Thee It Is Abused.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

The Weary Sun Hath Made A Golden Set And By The Bright Tract Of His Fiery Car Gives Token Of A Goodly Day To-morrow.