Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

So Well Thy Words Become Thee As Thy Wounds.

I Fill Up A Place, Which May Be Better... When I Have Made It Empty.

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

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.