It must have been fun when the two played waltzes and Hungarian dances four-handedly at the piano.

They stationed me overseas just as fighting broke out.

[…] was that brave [hart] made to pant for a placket: and now i’th’ dog-days too, when nothing dare love!

Yea though I walke through the valley of the shadowe of death, I will feare no euill: for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staffe, they comfort me.