You, And Your Lady, Take From My

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

My Noble Father, I Do Perceive Here A Divided Duty. To You I Am Bound For Life And Education. My Life And Education Both Do Learn Me How To Respect You. You Are The Lord Of My Duty, I Am Hitherto Your Daughter. But Here’s My Husband, And So Much Duty As My Mother Showed To You, Preferring You Before Her Father, So Much I Challenge That I May Profess Due To The Moor My Lord.

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.