I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

In Winter's Tedious Nights Sit By The Fire With Good Old Folks, And Let Them Tell Thee Tales Of Woeful Ages, Long Ago Betid

Or Are You Like The Painting Of A Sorrow, A Face Without A Heart?

Life's Uncertain Voyage.

For My Part, I May Speak It To My Shame, I Have A Truant Been To Chivalry; And So I Hear He Doth Account Me Too.