How Much Better Is It To Weep

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

Love Is Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love." -

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

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.

I Am Not Mad; I Would To Heaven I Were! For Then, 'tis Like I Should Forget Myself; O, If I Could, What Grief Should I Forget!