Let's Meet As Little As We Can

The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

O, Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors! All Good Seeming, By Thy Revolt, O Husband, Shall Be Thought Put On For Villainy, Not Born Where't Grows, But Worn A Bait For Ladies.

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.