I Will Make A Star-chamber Matter Of

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.

I'll Note You In My Book Of Memory.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.

Few Love To Hear The Sins They Love To Act.