Is This A Vision? Is This A

Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.

Let There Be Gall Enough In Thy Ink, Though Thou Write With A Goose-pen, No Matter.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.