The Course Of True Love Never Did

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.

I Would With Such Perfection Govern, Sir, T'excel The Golden Age.

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate.