Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But

That Which Ordinary Men Are Fit For, I Am Qualified In. And The Best Of Me Is Diligence.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

Stars Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires: The Eyes Wink At The Hand; Yet Let That Be Which The Eye Fears, When It Is Done, To See