Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.

Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of Thy Breath Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

What Cannot Be Saved When Fate Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes

The Love Of Wicked Men Converts To Fear; That Fear To Hate, And Hate Turns One Or Both To Worthy Danger And Deserved Death.