Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go

I And My Bosom Must Debate Awhile, And Then I Would No Other Company.

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.