There Are No Tricks In Plain And

I Have Trod A Measure, I Have Flattered A Lady, I Have Been Politic With My Friend, Smooth With Mine Enemy.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.