Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another.

Join Not With Grief, Fair Woman, Do Not So, To Make My End Too Sudden.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.