Waste Not Thy Time In Windy Argument

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Who Could Refrain That Had A Heart To Love And In That Heart Courage To Make Love Known?

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still For That Which Longer Nurseth The Disease, Feeding On That Which Doth Preserve The Ill, Th' Uncertain Sickly Appetite To Please. My Reason, The Physician To My Love, Angry That His Prescriptions Are Not Kept, Hath Left Me, And I Desperate Now Approve Desire Is Death, Which Physic Did Except.

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.