Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

There Is A World Elsewhere.

All Is Well Ended If This Suit Be Won. That You Express Content; Which We Will Pay, With Strife To Please You, Day Exceeding Day.

If Ever (as That Ever May Be Near) You Meet In Some Fresh Cheek The Power Of Fancy, Then Shall You Know The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen, Arrows Make.