An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your

Who Are The Violets Now That Strew The Lap Of The New-come Spring?

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

For Brutus, As You Know, Was Caesar's Angel: Judge, O You Gods, How Dearly Caesar Loved Him! This Was The Most Unkindest Cut Of All

I Love Thee So, That, Maugre All Thy Pride, Nor Wit Nor Reason Can My Passion Hide. Do Not Extort Thy Reasons From This Clause, For That I Woo, Thou Therefore Hast No Cause But Rather Reason Thus With Reason Fetter, Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought Better.

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever