Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In

My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.

So Sweet Was Ne'er So Fatal. I Must Weep. But They Are Creul Tears. This Sorrow's Heavenly; It Strikes Where It Doth Love.

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.

Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.