My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.

This Thou Perceivest, Which Makes Thy Love More Strong, To Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long

Beauty, Wit, High Birth, Vigour Of Bone, Desert In Service, Love, Friendship, Charity, Are Subjects All To Envious And Calumniating Time.

Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come

Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious Daughter.