Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.