You Know That Love Will Creep In

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

In Brief, Sir, Study What You Most Affect.

Love Adds A Precious Seeing To The Eye.

Foul Words Is But Foul Wind, And Foul Wind Is But Foul Breath, And Foul Breath Is Noisome; Therefore I Will Depart Unkissed.

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.