I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.