My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.

There Is Flattery In Friendship.

To Say The Truth, So Judas Kissed His Master And Cried, 'all Hail!' When As He Meant All Harm.

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.