Such As We Are Made Of, Such

What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.