To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An

I Was Too Young That Time To Value Her, But Now I Know Her. If She Be A Traitor, Why, So Am I. We Still Have Slept Together, Rose At An Instant, Learned, Played, Eat Together, And Wheresoe'er We Went, Like Juno's Swans, Still We Went Coupled And Inseparable.

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

Rich Honesty Dwells Like A Miser, Sir, In A Poor House; As Your Pearl In Your Foul Oyster.

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.