Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought,

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.

To Be Direct And Honest Is Not Safe.

And What’s He Then That Says I Play The Villain?

He Is Not Worthy Of The Honey-comb, That Shuns The Hives Because The Bees Have Stings.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me; For Now Hath Time Made Me His Numbering Clock: My Thoughts Are Minutes; And With Sighs They Jar Their Watches On Unto Mine Eyes, The Outward Watch, Whereto My Finger, Like A Dial's Point, Is Pointing Still, In Cleansing Them From Tears. Now Sir, The Sound That Tells What Hour It Is Are Clamorous Goans, Which Strike Upon My Heart, Which Is The Bell: So Sighs And Tears And Groans Show Minutes, Times, And Hours.