For A Quart Of Ale

Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood Will Give Us Anything.

I Have No Other But A Woman's Reason: I Think Him So, Because I Think Him So.

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.