Good Name In Man And

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

What, All So Soon Asleep! I Wish Mine Eyes Would, With Themselves, Shut Up My Thoughts.

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

What Should We Speak Of When We Are Old As You? When We Shall Hear The Rain And Wind Beat Dark December? How, In This Our Pinching Cave, Shall We Discourse The Freezing Hours Away?

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out