Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.

Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With Traps.

You Are Made Rather To Wonder At The Things You Hear Than To Work Any.

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.