As In A Theatre, The Eyes Of

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Say She Rail; Why, I'll Tell Her Plain She Sings As Sweetly As A Nightingale. Say That She Frown; I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Wash'd With Dew. Say She Be Mute And Will Not Speak A Word; Then I'll Commend Her Volubility, And Say She Uttereth Piercing Eloquence.

Pardon's The Word To All.

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.

Things Are Often Spoke And Seldom Meant.