Now I Am Past All Comforts Here,

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.

Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The Gods Above.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

To Be In Love- Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans, Coy Looks With Heart-sore Sighs, One Fading Moment's Mirth With Twenty Watchful, Weary, Tedious Nights; If Haply Won, Perhaps A Hapless Gain; If Lost, Why Then A Grievous Labour Won; However, But A Folly Bought With Wit, Or Else A Wit By Folly Vanquished.