Love Adds A Precious Seeing

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

Gives Not The Hawthorn Bush A Sweeter Shade To Shepherds, Looking On Their Silly Sheep, Than Doth A Rich Embroider'd Canopy To Kings That Fear Their Subjects Treachery?