Making Night Hideous.

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Of Anger Constant Spirit, Not Swerving With The Blood, Garnish'd And Deck'd In Modest Compliment, Not Working With The Eye Without The Ear, And But In Purged Judgement Trusting Neither? Such And So Finely Bolted Didst Thou Seem.

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.