A Great Cause Of The Night Is

If You Love An Addle Egg As Well As You Love An Idle Head, You Would Eat Chickens I' Th' Shell.

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.

I Would That I Were Low Laid In My Grave. I Am Not Worth This Coil That's Made For Me.

The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.