Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

What E'er You Are That In This Desert Inaccessible, Under The Shade Of Melancholy Boughs, Lose And Neglect The Creeping Hours Of Time.

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

I Hold It Cowardice To Rest Mistrustful Where A Noble Heart Hath Pawned An Open Hand In Sign Of Love.