I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

You Lie, In Faith; For You Are Call'd Plain Kate, And Bonny Kate And Sometimes Kate The Curst; But Kate, The Prettiest Kate In Christendom Kate Of Kate Hall, My Super-dainty Kate, For Dainties Are All Kates, And Therefore, Kate, Take This Of Me, Kate Of My Consolation; Hearing Thy Mildness Praised In Every Town, Thy Virtues Spoke Of, And Thy Beauty Sounded, Yet Not So Deeply As To Thee Belongs, Myself Am Moved To Woo Thee For My Wife.

He Lives In Fame That Died In Virtue's Cause.

To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces Serve Them But As Enemies.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.