I'll Go Find A Shadow,

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!

I Am Not Prone To Weeping As Our Sex Commonly Are; The Want Of Which Vain Dew Perchance Shall Dry Your Pities; But I Have That Honorable Grief Lodged Here Which Burns Worse Than Tears Drown.

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

This Cold Night Will Turn Us All To Fools And Madmen.

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.