My Love Is Deep; The More I

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

The Bitter Clamor Of Two Eager Tongues.

If There Be No Great Love In The Beginning, Yet Heaven May Decrease It Upon Better Acquaintance, When We Are Married And Have More Occasion To Know One Another: I Hope, Upon Familiarity Will Grow More Contempt.

Men That Hazard All Do It In Hope Of Fair Advantages: A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

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