Come Give Us A Taste Of Your

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

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.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.