Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will

Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My Talk!

Do Not Swear By The Moon, For She Changes Constantly. Then Your Love Would Also Change.

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?

I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair Wisdom, Not Thy Passions, Sway In This Uncivil And Unjust Extent Against Thy Peace.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow