Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

Men In Rage Strike Those That Wish Them Best.

... I Am At War 'twixt Will And Will Not.

By-and-by Is Easily Said.

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

Four Days Will Quickly Steep Themselves In Nights; Four Nights Will Quickly Dream Away The Time; And Then The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven, Shall Behold The Night Of Our Solemnities.