I Wonder That You Will Still Be

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

Ten Kisses Short As One, One Long As Twenty.

You Are Not Worth Another Word, Else I'd Call You Knave.

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.