O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

Reputation, Reputation, Reputation! O, I Ha' Lost My Reputation, I Ha' Lost The Immortal Part Of Myself, And What Remains Is Bestial!

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?