If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises,

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

I Love You More Than Word Can Wield The Matter, Dearer Than Eye-sight, Space And Liberty

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.