Your Face Is A Book, Where Men

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

O, Let Him Pass. He Hates Him That Would Upon The Rack Of This Tough World Stretch Him Out Longer.