The Course Of True Love Never Did

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.

Crowns In My Purse I Have, And Goods At Home, And So Am Come Abroad To See The World.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

I Do Love Nothing In The World So Well As You- Is Not That Strange?