What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart

“Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back:Tells Harry that the King dot…”

“But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,Feed'st thy light's flame with se…”

“The oldest hath borne most; we that are youngShall never see so much, nor live …”

“But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous loo…”