I Will Not Be Sworn But Love

Your Praises Will Become Your Wages.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.