My Age Is As A Lusty Winter,

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.

I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And Fifty Ways.

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.