I Do Love Nothing In

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

Here's Flowers For You; Hot Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun And With Him Rises Weeping: These Are Flowers Of Middle Summer, And I Think They Are Given To Men Of Middle Age.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments: Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds.