Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.

Suit The Action To The Word : The Word To The Action : With This Special Observance That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

She Cannot Love, Nor Take No Shape Nor Project Or Affection, She Is So Self-endeared