Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives.

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.

She Says I Am Not Fair, That I Lack Manners; She Calls Me Proud, And That She Could Not Love Me, Were Man As Rare As Phoenix.