Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

Thou Art Most Rich, Being Poor; Most Choice, Forsaken; And Most Lov'd, Despis'd! Thee And Thy Virtues Here I Seize Upon.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presages Of My Speaking Breast.