For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of

Not To Ask Is Not Be Denied.

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!