What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of The Shade, Minions Of The Moon

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.