So Fair And Foul A Day I

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

Drink Down All Unkindness.

If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness, Did Lay Siege To It, Making It Momentary As A Sound, Swift As A Shadow, Short As Any Dream, Brief As The Lightning In The Collied Night That, In A Spleen, Unfolds Both Heaven And Earth, And Ere A Man Hath Power To Say 'behold!' The Jaws Of Darkness Do Devour It Up; So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.