You Are A Tedious Fool.

Thou Hast Her, France; Let Her Be Thine, For We Have No Such Daughter, Nor Shall Ever See That Face Of Hers Again. Therefore Be Gone Without Our Grace, Our Love, Our Benison.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do Grow Apace.