I Go, I Go, Look How I

I Must Be Gone And Live, Or Stay And Die.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

Make The Doors Upon A Woman's Wit, And It Will Out At The Casement; Shut That, And 'twill Out At The Key-hole; Stop That, 'twill Fly With The Smoke Out At The Chimney.

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.