When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.