If You Spend Word For Word With

Dumb Jewels Often, In Their Silent Kind, More Than Quick Words, Do Move A Woman's Mind.

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.