I See A Man's Life Is A

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

I Will Not Trust You, I, Nor Longer Stay In Your Curst Company. Your Hands Than Mine Are Quicker For A Fray, My Legs Are Longer Though, To Run Away.

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.

I, Measuring His Affections By My Own, Which Then Most Sought Where Most Might Not Be Found, Being One Too Many By My Weary Self, Pursued My Humor Not Pursuing His, And Gladly Shunned Who Gladly Fled From Me.