I Cannot Do It Without

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.