Why, What's The Matter, That You Have

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.

Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing

I Love Thee So, That, Maugre All Thy Pride, Nor Wit Nor Reason Can My Passion Hide. Do Not Extort Thy Reasons From This Clause, For That I Woo, Thou Therefore Hast No Cause But Rather Reason Thus With Reason Fetter, Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought Better.

That Truth Should Be Silent I Had Almost Forgot. (enobarbus)

I Am A Feather For Each Wind That Blows