My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.

Love Is A Smoke Rais'd With The Fume Of Sighs; Being Purg'd, A Fire Sparkling In Lovers' Eyes; Being Vex'd, A Sea Nourish'd With Lovers' Tears; What Is It Else? A Madness Most Discreet, A Choking Gall, And A Preserving Sweet.

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help You In Your Need.

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By

Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art, As Those Whose Beauties Proudly Make Them Cruel; For Well Thou Know'st To My Dear Doting Heart Thou Art The Fairest And Most Precious Jewel.