I Will Not Be Sworn But Love

O That A Lady, Of One Man Refused, Should Of Another Therefore Be Abused!

Wishers Were Ever Fools.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

And Do So, Love, Yet When They Have Devised What Strainèd Touches Rhetoric Can Lend, Thou, Truly Fair, Wert Truly Sympathized In True Plain Words By Thy True-telling Friend; And Their Gross Painting Might Be Better Used Where Cheeks Need Blood; In Thee It Is Abused.

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.