Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of

I See A Woman May Be Made A Fool, If She Had Not A Spirit To Resist.

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy Part.

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.

Though Now This Grained Face Of Mine Be Hid In Sap-consuming Winter's Drizzled Snow, And All The Conduits Of My Blood Froze Up, Yet Hath My Night Of Life Some Memory, My Wasting Lamps Some Fading Glimmer Left, My Dull Deaf Ears A Little Use To Hear.