I Do Love Nothing In The World

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

All's Well If All Ends Well.

Good Things Should Be Praised.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.