He That Is Giddy Thinks The World

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

My Lord, They Say Five Moons Were Seen To-night-- Four Fixed, And The Fifth Did Whirl About The Other Four In Wondrous Motion.

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo