This Is The Very Coinage Of Your

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee

If The Skin Were Parchment And The Blows You Gave Were Ink, Your Own Handwriting Would Tell You What I Think.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.