These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

If I Were A Woman I Would Kiss As Many Of You As Had Beards That Pleased Me, Complexions That Liked Me And Breaths That I Defied Not

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.