By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another: You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp, And Nick-name God's Creatures, And Make Your Wantonness Your Ignorance. Go To, I'll No More On't; It Hath Made Me Mad.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.