When I Said I Would

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Love's Heralds Should Be Thoughts, Which Ten Times Faster Glide Than The Sun's Beams Driving Back Shadows Over Low'ring Hills. Therefore Do Nimble-pinioned Doves Draw Love, And Therefore Hath The Wind-swift Cupid Wings.

What My Tongue Dares Not That My Heart Shall Say

My Meaning In Saying He Is A Good Man, Is To Have You Understand Me That He Is Sufficient.