When Once Our Grace We

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air

If Thou Dost Marry, I'll Give Thee This Plague For Thy Dowry: Be Thou As Chaste As Ice, As Pure As Snow, Thou Shalt Not Escape Calumny.

Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To Seek A Foe.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.