Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund

By Innocence I Swear, And By My Youth, I Have One Heart, One Bosom, And One Truth, And That No Woman Has, Nor Never None Shall Mistress Be Of It Save I Alone.