Ay, Is It Not A Language I

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love. The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. Love Is A Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love.

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water, Which Never Ceaseth To Enlarge Itself, Till, By Broad Spreading, It Disperse To Naught.

I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.