Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

Crowns In My Purse I Have, And Goods At Home, And So Am Come Abroad To See The World.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward, But Then Woos Best When Most His Choice Is Froward.

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.