As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

A man should be what he seems.

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.