I Am A Feather For Each Wind

Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By

Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love. Therefore All Hearts In Love Use Their Own Tongues. Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself, And Trust No Agent; For Beauty Is A Witch Against Whose Charms Faith Melteth Into Blood.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.