Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up

Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

You Saw Her Fair, None Else Being By, Herself Pois'd With Herself In Either Eye; But In That Crystal Scales Let There Be Weigh'd Your Lady's Love Against Some Other Maid That I Will Show You Shining At This Feast, And She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Seems Best.

Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.