Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

For My Part, I May Speak It To My Shame, I Have A Truant Been To Chivalry; And So I Hear He Doth Account Me Too.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

If Thou Remeber'st Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Into, Thou Hast Not Lov'd