I See A Man's Life Is A

Let Me Twine Mine Arms About That Body, Where Against My Grained Ash An Hundred Times Hath Broke And Scarr'd The Moon With Splinters: Here I Clip The Anvil Of My Sword, And Do Contest As Hotly And As Nobly With Thy Love As Ever In Ambitious Strength I Did Contend Against Thy Valour. Know Thou First, I Loved The Maid I Married; Never Man Sigh'd Truer Breath; But That I See Thee Here, Thou Noble Thing! More Dances My Rapt Heart Than When I First My Wedded Mistress Saw Bestride My Threshold.

Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May.

You Are Strangely Troublesome.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.