I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But

This Passion, And The Death Of A Dear Friend, Would Go Near To Make A Man Look Sad.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.