O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

She Marking Them Begins A Wailing Note And Sings Extemporally A Woeful Ditty How Love Makes Young Men Thrall And Old Men Dote How Love Is Wise In Folly, Foolish-witty Her Heavy Anthem Still Concludes In Woe, And Still The Choir Of Echoes Answer So.

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than Senseless Things!

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate! Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late! Prodigious Birth Of Love It Is To Me, That I Must Love A Loathed Enemy.