All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out