Study Is Like The Heaven's Glorious Sun,

[marriage Is] A World-without-end Bargain.

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful

A Glooming Peace This Morning With It Brings; The Sun, For Sorrow, Will Not Show His Head: Go Hence, To Have More Talk Of These Sad Things; Some Shall Be Pardon'd, And Some Punished: For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

Though Now This Grained Face Of Mine Be Hid In Sap-consuming Winter's Drizzled Snow, And All The Conduits Of My Blood Froze Up, Yet Hath My Night Of Life Some Memory, My Wasting Lamps Some Fading Glimmer Left, My Dull Deaf Ears A Little Use To Hear.