Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks Upon You; He Taught Me How To Know A Man In Love; In Which Cage Of Rushes I Am Sure You Are Not Prisoner.

Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.