Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

A Hundred Thousand Welcomes: I Could Weep, And I Could Laugh; I Am Light And Heavy: Welcome.

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

Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Hand Out Of Plackets, Thy Pen From Lender's Books, And Defy The Foul Fiend.