For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine, Whose Weakness, Married To Thy Stronger State, Makes Me With Thy Strength To Communicate.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

A Whoreson Jackanapes Must Take Me Up For Swearing; As If I Borrowed Mine Oaths Of Him And Might Not Spend Them At My Pleasure. When A Gentleman Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths, Ha?