Plutus Himself, That Knows The

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.

What Seest Thou Else In The Dark Backward And Abysm Of Time?

O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To What, My Love, Shall I Compare Thine Eyne? Crystal Is Muddy. O, How Ripe In Show Thy Lips, Those Kissing Cherries, Tempting Grow!

Thou Speak'st Like Him's Untutored To Repeat: Who Makes The Fairest Show Means Most Deceit.

All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much Fast.