Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

Tut, Man, One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning; One Pain Is Less'ned By Another's Anguish; Turn Giddy, And Be Holp By Backward Turning; One Desperate Grief Cures With Another's Languish.

I Love Thee So, That, Maugre All Thy Pride, Nor Wit Nor Reason Can My Passion Hide. Do Not Extort Thy Reasons From This Clause, For That I Woo, Thou Therefore Hast No Cause But Rather Reason Thus With Reason Fetter, Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought Better.

I Do Know Of These That Therefore Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.