What Seest Thou Else In The Dark

O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er Who Dotes, Yet Doubts, Suspects, Yet Fondly Loves!

Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice.

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.

If Circumstances Lead Me, I Will Find Where Truth Is Hid, Though It Were Hid Indeed Within The Centre.

Awake, Awake, English Nobility! Let Not Sloth Dim Your Horrors New-begot.