Anger Is Like A Full

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well

O, Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors! All Good Seeming, By Thy Revolt, O Husband, Shall Be Thought Put On For Villainy, Not Born Where't Grows, But Worn A Bait For Ladies.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

I Will Not Choose What Many Men Desire, Because I Will Not Jump With Common Spirits And Rank Me With The Barbarous Multitudes.