I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.

Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.

Good Morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All In The Morn Betime, And I A Maid At Your Window, To Be Your Valentine.

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.