Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.

Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come

Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain To All, All Shall Die.

Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason, Like Sweet Bells Jangled, Out Of Tune And Harsh.

She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed; She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.