Gentleman

Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove

Who should express her goodliest. You have seen

Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears

Were like a better way: those happy smilets,

That play’d on her ripe lip, seem’d not to know

What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,

As pearls from diamonds dropp’d. In brief,

Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved,

If all could so become it.