To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

Good Night, Good Night! Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, That I Shall Say Good Night Till It Be Morrow.

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright!