The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In

Come, Seeling Night, Scarf Up The Tender Eye Of Pitiful Day, And With Thy Bloody And Invisible Hand Cancel And Tear To Pieces That Great Bond Which Keeps Me Pale. Light Thickens, And The Crow Makes Wing To Th' Rooky Wood. Good Things Of Day Begin To Droop And Drowse, While Night's Black Agents To Their Prey Do Rouse.

Do Not Swear By The Moon, For She Changes Constantly. Then Your Love Would Also Change.

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst

Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love.

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.