O That Men's Ears Should Be To

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark

And In Some Perfumes There Is More Delight Than In The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks. I Love To Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know That Music Hath A Far More Pleasing Sound.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.