Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize,

Love Reasons Without Reason.

I Am Bewitched With The Rogue's Company. If The Rascal Have Not Given Me Medicines To Make Me Love Him, I'll Be Hanged.

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

What, Keep A Week Away? Seven Days And Nights, Eightscore-eight Hours, And Lovers' Absent Hours More Tedious Than The Dial Eightscore Times! O Weary Reckoning!