Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou

Drink Down All Unkindness.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.

I Am Not Of That Feather, To Shake Off My Friend When He Must Need Me