What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

And In Some Perfumes There Is More Delight Than In The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks. I Love To Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know That Music Hath A Far More Pleasing Sound.

He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

She's Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her.