This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

For My Own Part, I Shall Be Glad To Learn Of Noble Men.

Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief

As I Hope For Quiet Days, Fair Issue, And Long Life, With Such Love As 'tis Now, The Murkiest Den, The Most Opportune Place, The Strong'st Suggestion Our Worser Genius Can, Shall Never Melt Mine Honour Into Lust, To Take Away The Edge Of That Day's Celebration, When I Shall Think Or Phoebus' Steeds Are Founder'd Or Night Kept Chain'd Below.