But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

“O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,And careful hours with Time's de…”

“Why, what's the matter,That you have such a February face,So full of frost, of …”

“Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.”

“Yet do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,My love shall in my verse ever liv…”