Pleasure And Action Make The Hours Seem

It Is Thyself, Mine Own Self's Better Part; Mine Eye's Clear Eye, My Dear Heart's Dearer Heart; My Food, My Fortune, And My Sweet Hope's Aim, My Sole Earth's Heaven, And My Heaven's Claim.

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory.

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

A Blind Man Can't Forget The Eyesight He Lost, Show Me Any Beautiful Girl. How Can Her Beauty Not Remind Me Of The One Whose Beauty Surpasses Hers?

Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.