Come, And Take Choice Of All My

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.

If Money Go Before, All Ways Do Lie Open.

I Had Rather Have A Fool To Make Me Merry Than Experience To Make Me Sad And To Travel For It Too!

Say, Thou Art Mine; And Ever, My Love, As It Begins, Shall So Persevere

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed.