Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It.

The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.