I Know A Place Where The Wild

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

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

Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of Thy Breath Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty.

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.