Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

Experience Teacheth Us That Resolution 's A Sole Help At Need: And This, My Lord, Our Honour Teacheth Us, That We Be Bold In Every Enterprise: Then Since There Is No Way, But Fight Or Die, Be Resolute, My Lord, For Victory.

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.