I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For

One Flesh They Are; And One Flesh, So I'd Guess, Has But One Heart, Come Grief Or Happiness.

That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood Hath Ears.

Go, Little Booke! Go, My Little Tragedie!

And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly Teach

Men Love Newfangleness.