Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men's Cottage Princes' Palaces.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

Few Love To Hear The Sins They Love To Act.

Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of Courtesy.

Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.