Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.

This Is The Short And The Long Of It.

So Far Be Distant; And Good Night, Sweet Friend: Thy Love Ne'er Alter, Till They Sweet Life End

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.