But are not some whole that we must make sick?

“Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torment me with di…”

“When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings whe…”

“Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:This wide and universal theatrePresents…”

“Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?Scorn and derision never come i…”