I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounc'd It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue.

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Trip Over Love, You Can Get Up. Fall In Love And You Fall Forever. Anyone Can Catch Your Eye, But It Takes Someone Special To Catch Your Heart. Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

Thus Did I Keep My Person Fresh And New, My Presence, Like A Robe Pontifical, Ne'er Seen But Wondered At, And So My State, Seldom But Sumptuous, Showed Like A Feast.