There Is No Creature Loves

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old, So Long As Youth And Thou Are Of One Date; But When In Thee Time's Furrows I Behold, Then Look I Death My Days Should Expiate.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

How Easy It Is For The Proper-false In Woman's Waxen Hearts To Set Their Forms!

This Sleep Is Sound Indeed; This Is A Sleep That From This Golden Rigol Hath Divorc'd So Many English Kings.