My Only Love Sprung From My Only

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Has Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold Had You Been As Wise As Bold, Your In Limbs, In Judgment Old, Your Answer Had Not Been In'scroll'd Fare You Well: Your Suit Is Cold.' Cold, Indeed, And Labour Lost: Then, Farewell, Heat And Welcome, Frost!

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

A Great While Ago The World Begun, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain; But That's All One, Our Play Is Done, And We'll Strive To Please You Every Day.