Is She Not Passing Fair?

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.

For You And I Are Past Our Dancing Days.

April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.