The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As

Ere I Could Make Thee Open Thy White Hand, And Clap Thyself My Love; Then Didst Thou Utter, I Am Your's For Ever!

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.

A Hand As Fruitful As The Land That Feeds Us; His Dew Falls Everywhere.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love. Therefore All Hearts In Love Use Their Own Tongues. Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself, And Trust No Agent; For Beauty Is A Witch Against Whose Charms Faith Melteth Into Blood.

And All My Mother Came Into Mine Eyes And Gave Me Up To Tears.