What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

They Say Miracles Are Past.

Are There No Stones In Heaven But What Serves For Thunder?

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death! O Limed Soul That, Struggling To Be Free, Art More Engaged! Help, Angels! Make Assay! Bow, Stubborn Knees! And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe!

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!