Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.

I Love Thee; None But Thee, And Thou Deservest It

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.