Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

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

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.

When Great Leaves Fall, The Winter Is At Hand.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.