Self-love, My Liege, Is Not So Vile

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.

Can One Desire Too Much Of A Good Thing?

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.