Ten Kisses Short As One, One Long

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.

I Had Rather Be A Dog, And Bay The Moon, Than Such A Roman.

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart