And won thy love doing thee injuries
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin’s back
And laid the love-juice on some true-love’s sight
(And yet a place of high respect with me)
And left sweet Pyramus translated there
And never did desire to see thee more
And (which is more than all these boasts can be)
And now they never meet in grove or green
And then end life when I end loyalty
And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin
And never, since the middle summer’s spring
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be
And grows to something of great constancy
And will you rent our ancient love asunder
And are you grown so high in his esteem
And, all my powers, address your love and might
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn
And I
And I
And I
And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall