I Am Not Bound To Please Thee

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

O Father Abram, What These Christians Are, Whose Own Hard Dealing Teaches Them Suspect The Thoughts Of Others!