Say, Thou Art Mine; And Ever, My

It Is The Very Error Of The Moon; She Comes More Nearer Earth Than She Was Wont, And Makes Men Mad.

Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With Both!

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.