Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

And In Some Perfumes There Is More Delight Than In The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks. I Love To Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know That Music Hath A Far More Pleasing Sound.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

This Cold Night Will Turn Us All To Fools And Madmen.