Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought,

For Night's Swift Dragons Cut The Clouds Full Fast, And Yonder Shines Aurora's Harbinger; At Whose Approach Ghosts Wandring Here And There Troop Home To Church-yards.... For Fear Lest Day Should Look Their Shames Upon, They Willfully Exile Themselves From Light, And Must For Aye Consort With Black Brow'd Night.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.

Who Is Here So Vile That Will Not Love His Country?