Wish Chastely, And Love Dearly.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

O Thou That Dost Inhabit In My Breast, Leave Not The Mansion So Long Tenantless; Lest, Growing Ruinous, The Building Fall And Leave No Memory Of What It Was!