Every Why Has A Wherefore.

A Young Man Married Is A Man That's Marred.

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers; But As All Is Mortal In Nature, So Is All Nature In Love Mortal In Folly.