My Love Is Thaw'd; Which, Like A

A Peace Is Of The Nature Of A Conquest; For Then Both Parties Nobly Are Subdued, And Neither Party Loser.

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well

Suit The Action To The Word : The Word To The Action : With This Special Observance That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature.