Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A

No Profit Grows Where No Pleasure Is Taken.

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still For That Which Longer Nurseth The Disease, Feeding On That Which Doth Preserve The Ill, Th' Uncertain Sickly Appetite To Please. My Reason, The Physician To My Love, Angry That His Prescriptions Are Not Kept, Hath Left Me, And I Desperate Now Approve Desire Is Death, Which Physic Did Except.

Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing