I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And

Pastime Passing Excellent, If It He Husbanded With Modesty.

I Think The Devil Will Not Have Me Damned, Lest The Oil That's In Me Should Set Hell On Fire.

Such Is My Love, To Thee I So Belong, That For Thy Right Myself Will Bear All Wrong.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.