His Heart As Far From Fraud As

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

Is Love A Tender Thing? It Is Too Rough, Too Rude, Too Boisterous, And It Pricks Like Thorn.

My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans Crack Or Flaw.

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.