Let Me Not To The Marriage Of

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

I Have Trod A Measure, I Have Flattered A Lady, I Have Been Politic With My Friend, Smooth With Mine Enemy.

Cursed Be The Hand That Made These Fatal Holes.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.