I Am Ill At These Numbers.

There Is No Love-broker In The World Can More Prevail In Man's Commendation With Woman Than Report Of Valor.

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

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