O All You Host Of Heaven! O

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

Think'st Thou I'd Make A Life Of Jealousy, To Follow Still The Changes Of The Moon With Fresh Suspicions? No; To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

I, Measuring His Affections By My Own, Which Then Most Sought Where Most Might Not Be Found, Being One Too Many By My Weary Self, Pursued My Humor Not Pursuing His, And Gladly Shunned Who Gladly Fled From Me.