What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving To Make An Ugly Deed Look Fair.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

The Very Instant I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly To Your Service; There Resides To Make Me Slave To It. ...mine Unworthiness, That Dare Not Offer What I Desire To Give, And Much Less Take What I Shall Die To Want.