Why What A Fool Was

When I Have Plucked The Rose, I Cannot Give It Vital Growth Again, It Needs Must Wither. I'll Smell It On The Tree.

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.

O That A Lady, Of One Man Refused, Should Of Another Therefore Be Abused!