Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

I Do Not Hate A Proud Man, As I Do Hate The Engendering Of Toads.

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

As You Are Old And Reverend, You Should Be Wise.

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks