My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.

I Pray You Bear Me Henceforth From The Noise And Rumour Of The Field, Where I May Think The Remnant Of My Thoughts In Peace, And Part Of This Body And My Soul With Contemplation And Devout Desires.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.