Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger,

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

Do You Not Know I Am A Woman? When I Think, I Must Speak.

Shall Remain! Hear You This Triton Of The Minnows? Mark You His Absolute 'shall'?

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?

The Weariest And Most Loathed Worldly Life, That Age, Ache, Penury And Imprisonment Can Lay On Nature Is A Paradise, To What We Fear Of Death.