Love Is Familiar. Love Is A Devil.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.