He Hath Eaten Me Out Of House

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

If Thou Couldst, Doctor, Cast The Water Of My Land, Find Her Disease, And Purge It To A Sound And Pristine Health, I Would Applaud Thee To The Very Echo, That Should Applaud You Again.