Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.

I Am Not Only Witty In Myself, But The Cause That Wit Is In Other Men.

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.