True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.

Oh! That You Could Turn Your Eyes Towards The Napes Of Your Necks, And Make But An Interior Survey Of Your Good Selves.

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

Stars Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires: The Eyes Wink At The Hand; Yet Let That Be Which The Eye Fears, When It Is Done, To See