Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

Since Mine Own Doors Refuse To Entertain Me, I'll Knock Elsewhere, To See If They'll Disdain Me

For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get. I To The World Am Like A Drop Of Water That In The Ocean Seeks Another Drop, Who, Falling There To Find His Fellow Forth, Unseen, Inquisitive, Confounds Himself: So I, To Find A Mother And A Brother, In Quest Of Them, Unhappy, Lose Myself.