Speak but one word to me over the corn, / Over the tender, bowed locks of the corn.

The one word that no politician will ever speak, is 'enough.' Enough.

Open, locks,Whoever knocks!

What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it

And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.

Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips.