If The Boy Have Not A Woman's

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

How Wayward Is This Foolish Love That, Like A Testy Babe, Will Scratch The Nurse And Presently, All Humble, Kiss The Rod.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.