Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance; Pray You, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts. There's Fennel For You, And Columbines: — There 's Rue For You; And Here's Some For Me: — We May Call It, Herb Of Grace O'sundays: — You May Wear Your Rue With A Difference. — There's A Daisy: — I Would Give You Some Violets; But They Withered All, When My Father Died: — They Say, He Made A Good End.

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.