How Hard It Is For

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

Though Men Can Cover Crimes With Bold, Stern Looks, Poor Women's Faces Are Their Own Faults' Books.

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.

O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To What, My Love, Shall I Compare Thine Eyne? Crystal Is Muddy. O, How Ripe In Show Thy Lips, Those Kissing Cherries, Tempting Grow!

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise