The Sun With One Eye Vieweth All

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.