Love Is A Spirit All

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Is It Not Strange That Desire Should So Many Years Outlive Performance?

She's Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With Raining.