A Little More Than Kin,

Mine Honor Is My Life, Both Grow In One. Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done. Then, Dear My Liege, Mine Honor Let Me Try; In That I Live, And For That I Will Die.

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination, That, If It Would But Apprehend Some Joy, It Comprehends Some Bringer Of That Joy; Or In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.