And Swear No Where Lives

Up Then, Fair Phoenix Bride, Frustrate The Sun; Thyself From Thine Affection Takest Warmth Enough, And From Thine Eye All Lesser Birds Will Take Their Jollity. Up, Up, Fair Bride, And Call Thy Stars From Out Their Several Boxes, Take Thy Rubies, Pearls, And Diamonds Forth, And Make Thyself A Constellation Of Them All; And By Their Blazing Signify That A Great Princess Falls, But Doth Not Die. Be Thou A New Star, That To Us Portends Ends Of Much Wonder; And Be Thou Those Ends.

As Peace Is Of All Goodness, So War Is An Emblem, A Hieroglyphic, Of All Misery.

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.

I Long To Talk With Some Old Lover's Ghost, Who Died Before The God Of Love Was Born.

How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before I Am Changed!