I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But

It Is The Very Error Of The Moon; She Comes More Nearer Earth Than She Was Wont, And Makes Men Mad.

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

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!

Thy Best Of Rest Is Sleep, And That Thou Oft Provok'st; Yet Grossly Fear'st Thy Death, Which Is No More.