The Barge She Sat In, Like A

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

Like A Red Morn That Ever Yet Betokened, Wreck To The Seaman, Tempest To The Field, Sorrow To The Shepherds, Woe Unto The Birds, Gusts And Foul Flaws To Herdmen And To Herds.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

The Instances That Second Marriage Move Are Base Respects Of Thrift, But None Of Love.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.