I Love You With So Much Of

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

Most Dear Actors, Eat No Onions Nor Garlic, For We Are To Utter Sweet Breath.

Love Comforteth Like Sunshine After Rain, But Lust's Effect Is Tempest After Sun; Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain, Lust's Winter Comes Ere Summer Half Be Done; Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies.

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.