"The world will be thy widow and still weep—
No love toward others in that bosom sits,
That on himself such murderous shame commits."
Son. 9.
"—— —— —— —— Dear my love, you know,
You had a father; let your son say so."
Son. 13.
"Now stand you on the top of happy hours;
And many maiden garlands yet unset,
With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers."