If I Lose At Play,

For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And Let Me Love.

If We Consider Eternity, Into That Time Never Entered; Eternity Is Not An Everlasting Flux Of Time, But Time Is As A Short Parenthesis In A Long Period; And Eternity Had Been The Same As It Is, Though Time Had Never Been.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.

If Ever Any Beauty I Did See, Which I Desired, And Got, 'twas But A Dream Of Thee.