The Best Is Yet To

I Do Love Nothing In The World So Well As You- Is Not That Strange?

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.