Is She Not Passing Fair?

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!

False Face Must Hide What The False Heart Doth Know.

O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er Who Dotes, Yet Doubts, Suspects, Yet Fondly Loves!

Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feelings As To Sight?

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.