Your "if" Is The Only Peacemaker; Much

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

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

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.