Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

Your Cause Of Sorrow Must Not Be Measured By His Worth, For Then It Hath No End.

The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures] Pain.

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.