Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.

In That Small [time] Most Greatly Lived This Star Of England: Fortune Made His Sword, By Which The World's Best Garden He Achiev'd And Left It To His Son Imperial Lord. Henry The Sixth, In Infant Bands Crown'd King Of France And England Did This King Succeed; Whose State So Many Of Had The Managing, That They Lost France And Made His England Bleed.

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.