Innumerable As The Stars Of Night, Or

License They Mean When They Cry Liberty; For Who Loves That, Must First Be Wise And Good.

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

For The Air Of Youth, Hopeful And Cheerful, In Thy Blood Will Reign A Melancholy Damp Of Cold And Dry To Weigh Thy Spirits Down, And Last Consume The Balm Of Life.