Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

To You Your Father Should Be As A God; One That Composed Your Beauties, Yea, And One To Whom You Are But As A Form In Wax, By Him Imprinted, And Within His Power To Leave The Figure Or Disfigure It.

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief