O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.