O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

She's Good, Being Gone.

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.