The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

Is Not Birth, Beauty, Good Shape, Discourse, Manhood, Learning, Gentleness, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, And Such Like, The Spice And Salt That Season A Man

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You