Is She Kind As She

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

Farewell The Tranquil Mind! Farewell Content! Farewell The Plumed Troops, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue.

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

It Is My Lady! *sighs* O, It Is My Love! O, That She Knew She Were! She Speaks, Yet She Sais Nothing. What Of That? Her Eye Discourses; I Will Answer It. I Am Too Bold, 'tis Not To Me She Speaks; Two Of The Fairest Stars In All The Heaven, Having Some Business, Do Entreat Her Eyes To Twinkle In Their Spheres Till They Return.