More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My

My Love Is Strengthen'd, Though More Weak In Seeming; I Love Not Less, Though Less The Show Appear: That Love Is Merchandised Whose Rich Esteeming The Owner's Tongue Doth Publish Every Where.

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

I Can See He's Not In Your Good Books,' Said The Messenger. 'no, And If He Were I Would Burn My Library.