Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou

Women Are Not In Their Best Fortunes Strong, But Want Will Perjure The Ne'er-touched Vestal.

For Where Thou Art, There Is The World Itself, With Every Several Pleasure In The World, And Where Thou Art Not, Desolation.

What Else May Hap, To Time I Will Commit.

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.