I Will Not Be Sworn But Love

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

We Will Have Rings And Things And Fine Array

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.