For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

Theres little of the melancholy element in her my lord she is never sad but when she sleeps and not ever sad then for I have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.