Who Is It That Can Tell Me

Forever, And Forever, Farewell, Cassius! If We Do Meet Again, Why, We Shall Smile; If Not, Why Then This Parting Was Well Made.

If Reasons Were As Plentiful As Blackberries, I Would Give No Man A Reason Upon Compulsion.

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.