Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married

Chain Me With Roaring Bears; Or Shut Me Nightly In A Charnel-house, O'er-covered Quite With Dead Men's Rattling Bones, With Reeky Shanks And Yellow Chapless Skulls; Or Bid Me Go Into A New-made Grave, And Hide Me With A Dead Man In His Shroud; Things That, To Hear Them Told, Have Made Me Tremble; And I Will Do It Without Fear Or Doubt, To Live An Unstain'd Wife Of My Sweet Love.

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee