Words, Words, Mere Words, No Matter From

We Should Hold Day With The Antipodes, If You Would Walk In Absence Of The Sun.

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

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?

Would I Were In An Alehouse In London.

Had I No Eyes But Ears, My Ears Would Love. That Inward Beauty And Invisible; Or Were I Deaf, Thy Outward Parts Would Move Each Part In Me That Were But Sensible: Though Neither Eyes Nor Ears, To Hear Nor See, Yet Should I Be In Love By Touching Thee. 'say, That The Sense Of Feeling Were Bereft Me, And That I Could Not See, Nor Hear, Nor Touch, And Nothing But The Very Smell Were Left Me, Yet Would My Love To Thee Be Still As Much; For From The Stillitory Of Thy Face Excelling Comes Breath Perfum'd That Breedeth Love By Smelling.