Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

As Good Luck Would Have It.

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

What, Gone Without A Word? Ay, So True Love Should Do; It Cannot Speak, For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.