Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

Constant You Are, But Yet A Woman; And For Secrecy, No Lady Closer; For I Well Believe Thou Wilt Not Utter What Thou Dost Not Know.

Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.