A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

A Woman Would Run Through Fire And Water For Such A Kind Heart.

Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.

Speak, My Fair, And Fairly, I Pray Thee.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On, Give Me Excess Of It; That Surfeiting, The Appetite May Sicken, And So Die.