So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

Then Others For Breath Of Words Respect, Me For My Dumb Thoughts, Speaking In Effect.

Thus Weary Of The World, Away She Hies, And Yokes Her Silver Doves; By Whose Swift Aid Their Mistress Mounted Through The Empty Skies In Her Light Chariot Quickly Is Convey'd; Holding Their Course To Paphos, Where Their Queen Means To Immure Herself And Not Be Seen.

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

Were It My Cue To Fight, I Should Have Known It Without A Prompter.