The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His

For My Part, I May Speak It To My Shame, I Have A Truant Been To Chivalry; And So I Hear He Doth Account Me Too.

Season Your Admiration For A While.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.