My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

Do You Bite Your Thumb At Us, Sir?

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.