I'll teach you differences.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.

The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.

Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.