An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

O, How Shall Summer's Honey Breath Hold Out Against The Wreckful Siege Of Battering Days, When Rocks Impregnable Are Not So Stout, Nor Gates Of Steel So Strong, But Time Decays?

For You And I Are Past Our Dancing Days.

When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again

Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till Used.