Who Is It Can Read A Woman?

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

If You Shall Marry, You Give Away This Hand, And This Is Mine; You Give Away Heaven's Vows, And Those Are Mine; You Give Away Myself, Which Is Known Mine; For I By Vow Am So Embodied Yours That She Which Marries You Must Marry Me-- Either Both Or None.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties