But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

Lives Like A Drunken Sailor On A Mast, Ready With Every Nod To Tumble Down Into The Fatal Bowels Of The Deep.

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.