Well, Every One Can Master A Grief

Tis Not The Many Oaths That Make The Truth; But The Plain Single Vow, That Is Vow'd True.

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

My Love Is Thaw'd; Which, Like A Waxen Image 'gainst A Fire, Bears No Impression Of The Thing It Was