Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

Then Was I As A Tree Whose Boughs Did Bend With Fruit; But In One Night, A Storm Or Robbery, Call It What You Will, Shook Down My Mellow Hangings, Nay, My Leaves, And Left Me Bare To Weather.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

Some Kinds Of Baseness Are Nobly Undergone.

Can One Desire Too Much Of A Good Thing?

Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself And Trust No Agent.