Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes:

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

Waste Not Thy Time In Windy Argument But Let The Matter Drop.

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.