You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than

Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget Your Evil; With Them Forgive Yourself.

Why, All Delights Are Vain, But That Most Vain Which, With Pain Purchased, Doth Inherit Pain: As, Painfully To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth, Which Truth The While Doth Falsely Blind The Eyesight Of His Look.

You Saw Her Fair, None Else Being By, Herself Pois'd With Herself In Either Eye; But In That Crystal Scales Let There Be Weigh'd Your Lady's Love Against Some Other Maid That I Will Show You Shining At This Feast, And She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Seems Best.

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

How Hard It Is For Women To Keep Counsel!