Men Must Endure Their Going Hence, Even

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

If Ever (as That Ever May Be Near) You Meet In Some Fresh Cheek The Power Of Fancy, Then Shall You Know The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen, Arrows Make.

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.