An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly

This Liberty Is All That I Request.

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men.