As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And Fifty Ways.

Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our Debts, Our Careful Wives, Our Children, And Our Sins, Lay On The King!

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married O'sunday

But If The While I Think On Thee, Dear Friend, All Losses Are Restored And Sorrows End.