Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More,

From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother; Be He Ne’er So Vile, This Day Shall Gentle His Condition; And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs’d They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin’s Day.

The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

How Hard It Is For Women To Keep Counsel!