They Met So Near With Their Lips

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Love Is Not Love That Alters When It Alteration Finds.

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.