O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth?

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

I Told You, Sir, They Were Red-hot With Drinking; So Full Of Valor That They Smote The Air, For Breathing In Their Faces, Beat The Ground For Kissing Of Their Feet.

In Winter's Tedious Nights Sit By The Fire With Good Old Folks, And Let Them Tell Thee Tales Of Woeful Ages, Long Ago Betid