Beggar That I Am, I Am Even

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.

A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else Near.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?