I'll Note You In My Book Of

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds, Or Bends With The Remover To Remove. O, No! It Is An Ever-fixed Mark, That Looks On Tempests And Is Never Shaken. It Is The Star To Every Wandering Bark, Whose Worth's Unknown, Although His Height Be Taken.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.