In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

I Must Be Gone And Live, Or Stay And Die.

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties