Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself,

Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To What, My Love, Shall I Compare Thine Eyne? Crystal Is Muddy. O, How Ripe In Show Thy Lips, Those Kissing Cherries, Tempting Grow!

The Prize Of All Too Precious You.

Things Without All Remedy Should Be Without Regard: What's Done Is Done.

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.