A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

And In Some Perfumes There Is More Delight Than In The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks. I Love To Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know That Music Hath A Far More Pleasing Sound.

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known