My Only Love Sprung From

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.

Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make Thee Believe I Love.

Thou Art A Slave, Whom Fortune's Tender Arm With Favour Never Clasp'd; But Bred A Dog.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.