I Say, Without Characters, Fame

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any Unproportioned Thought His Act. Be Thou Familiar But By No Means Vulgar.

I'll Note You In My Book Of Memory.

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)