For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of

In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A Little I Can Read.

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.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

My Desolation Does Begin To Make A Better Life.