Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together

Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend So Horrid As In Woman.

If Thou Remeber'st Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Into, Thou Hast Not Lov'd

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.