Speak Of Me As I

O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write, Knowing A Better Spirit Doth Use Your Name, And In The Praise Thereof Spends All His Might To Make Me Tongue-tied Speaking Of Your Fame.

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

My Noble Father, I Do Perceive Here A Divided Duty. To You I Am Bound For Life And Education. My Life And Education Both Do Learn Me How To Respect You. You Are The Lord Of My Duty, I Am Hitherto Your Daughter. But Here’s My Husband, And So Much Duty As My Mother Showed To You, Preferring You Before Her Father, So Much I Challenge That I May Profess Due To The Moor My Lord.

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On.