Tears Water Our Growth.

The Moon Of Rome, Chaste As The Icicle That's Curded By The Frost From Purest Snow.

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

If You Did Wed My Sister For Her Wealth, Then For Her Wealth's Sake Use Her With More Kindness; Or, If You Like Elsewhere, Do It By Stealth; Muffle Your False Love With Some Show Of Blindness; Let Not My Sister Read It In Your Eye; Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's Orator; Look Sweet, Speak Fair, Become Disloyalty; Apparel Vice Like Virtue's Harbinger; Bear A Fair Presence, Though Your Heart Be Tainted; Teach Sin The Carriage Of A Holy Saint; Be Secret-false.