O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance

But When I Came, Alas, To Wive, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain, By Swaggering Could I Never Thrive, For The Rain It Raineth Every Day.

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty Shadows.

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.