Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus,

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

The Fittest Time To Corrupt A Man's Wife Is When She's Fallen Out With Her Husband.

Come What Sorrow Can, It Cannot Countervail The Exchange Of Joy, That One Short Minute Gives Me In Her Sight

What? Do I Love Her, That I Desire To Hear Her Speak Again, And Feast Upon Her Eyes

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.