Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn

Give Thanks For What You Are Today And Go On Fighting For What You Gone Be Tomorrow

If There Were Reason For These Miseries, Then Into Limits Could I Bind My Woes. If The Winds Rages, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threat'ning The Welkin With Its Big-swoll'n Face? And Wilt Though Have A Reason For This Coil? I Am The Sea. Hark How Her Sighs Doth Blow. She Is The Weeping Welkin, I The Earth.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.