How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See

If I Profane With My Unworthiest Hand This Holy Shrine, The Gentle Fine Is This: My Lips, Two Blushing Pilgrims, Ready Stand To Smooth That Rough Touch With A Tender Kiss.

That Which Hath Made Them Drunk Hath Made Me Bold; What Hath Quenched Them Hath Given Me Fire.