I'll Note You In My Book Of

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

Love Goes Toward Love.

Well, I'll Repent, And That Suddenly, While I Am In Some Liking; I Shall Be Out Of Heart Shortly, And Then I Shall Have No Strength To Repent.

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

The Gloomy Shade Of Death.