But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot

Dissembling Courtesy! How Fine This Tyrant Can Trickle When She Wounds!

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

My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue, Assist Me!

I Like Not Fair Terms And A Villain's Mind.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.