Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

All Fancy-sick She Is And Pale Of Cheer, With Sighs Of Love, That Costs The Fresh Blood Dear.

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.

Thyself Shall See The Act; For, As Thou Urgest Justice, Be Assured Thou Shalt Have Justice, More Than Thou Desir'st.

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines