I Will Despair, And Be

Before, I Loved Thee As A Brother, John, But Now, I Do Respect Thee As My Soul.

To Die: - To Sleep: No More; And, By A Sleep To Say We End The Heart-ache And The Thousand Natural Shocks That Flesh Is Heir To, 'tis A Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

Lady, You Are The Cruel'st She Alive If You Will Lead These Graces To The Grave And Leave The World No Copy.

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.