I Do Not Hate A Proud Man,

Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I In The Cow-slip's Bell I Lie There I Couch When Owls Do Cry

Beauty Itself Doth Of Itself Persuade The Eyes Of Men Without An Orator.

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.

Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost.