O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love. The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. Love Is A Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love.

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

Love Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom.

Who Wooed In Haste, And Means To Wed At Leisure.