In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.

If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.

Preferment Goes By Letter And Affection, And Not By Old Gradation, Where Each Second Stood Heir To Th's First.

For Murder, Though It Have No Tongue, Will Speak With Most Miraculous Organ.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!