O, How Full Of Briers Is This

He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either Stronger Or Weaker Than Thee. If Weaker, Spare Him; If Stronger, Spare Thyself.

Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed, One Woman Would Another Wed.

My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans Crack Or Flaw.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.