Beauty Itself Doth Of Itself Persuade The

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

There's Beggary In Love That Can Be Reckoned

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

O Love, Be Moderate, Allay Thy Ecstasy, In Measure Rain Thy Joy, Scant This Excess!