I Do Not Hate A Proud Man,

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn

Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.

A Good Heart Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun And Not The Moon, For It Shines Bright And Never Changes.

By My Soul I Swear, There Is No Power In The Tongue Of Man To Alter Me.