There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance. Pray You, Love, Remember.

The Liquid Drops Of Tears That You Have Shed Shall Come Again, Transform'd To Orient Pearl, Advantaging Their Loan With Interest Of Ten Times Double Gain Of Happiness.

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

If All The Year Were Playing Holidays; To Sport Would Be As Tedious As To Work.