Love Bears It Out Even To The

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.