Beshrew The Heart That Makes

O, She's Warm! If This Be Magic, Let It Be An Art Lawful As Eating.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That Shall Civil Sayings Show. . . .

Faith, I Have Been A Truant In The Law And Never Yet Could Frame My Will To It, And Therefore Frame The Law Unto My Will.

Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives Me Endless Support.