Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too

Foul Whisp'rings Are Abroad.

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

A Rarer Spirit Never Did Steer Humanity; But You Gods Will Give Us Some Faults To Make Us Men.

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief