Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.

I Love Thee; None But Thee, And Thou Deservest It

We Will Have Rings And Things And Fine Array