I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But

Silence Is The Perfectest Herald Of Joy: I Were But Little Happy, If I Could Say How Much. Lady, As You Are Mine, I Am Yours: I Give Away Myself For You And Dote Upon The Exchange.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men.

This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Scepter'd Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise.

By-and-by Is Easily Said.