Men Shut Their Doors Against A Setting

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.