There's Many A Man Hath More Hair

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?