To An Incompetent Judge I

Come Live With Me, And Be My Love, And We Will Some New Pleasures Prove Of Golden Sands, And Crystal Brooks, With Silken Lines, And Silver Hooks.

I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.

How Imperfect Is All Our Knowledge!

Dull Sublunary Lovers' Love (whose Soul Is Sense) Cannot Admit Absence, Because It Doth Remove Those Things Which Elemented It.

This Only Is Charity, To Do All, All That We Can.