The Man That Hath No

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

Then Is Courtesy A Turncoat. But It Is Certain I Am Loved Of All Ladies, Only You Excepted: And I Would I Could Find In My Heart That I Had Not A Hard Heart; For, Truly, I Love None. Beatrice: A Dear Happiness To Women: They Would Else Have Been Troubled With A Pernicious Suitor. I Thank God And My Cold Blood, I Am Of Your Humour For That: I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow Than A Man Swear He Loves Me. -much Ado About Nothing

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

The Hebrew Will Turn Christian; He Grows Kind.