Love Is Not Love That Alters When

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.

Through The Forest Have I Gone. But Athenian Found I None, On Whose Eyes I Might Approve This Flower's Force In Stirring Love. Night And Silence.--who Is Here? Weeds Of Athens He Doth Wear: This Is He, My Master Said, Despised The Athenian Maid; And Here The Maiden, Sleeping Sound, On The Dank And Dirty Ground. Pretty Soul! She Durst Not Lie Near This Lack-love, This Kill-courtesy. Churl, Upon Thy Eyes I Throw All The Power This Charm Doth Owe. When Thou Wakest, Let Love Forbid Sleep His Seat On Thy Eyelid: So Awake When I Am Gone; For I Must Now To Oberon.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.