I Am Falser Than Vows Made In

He Is Not Worthy Of The Honey-comb, That Shuns The Hives Because The Bees Have Stings.

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.