Speak, My Fair, And Fairly, I Pray

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.

My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

My Desolation Does Begin To Make A Better Life.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!