Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time,

Who Will Adhere To Him That Abandons Himself?

My True-love Hath My Heart, And I Have His, By Just Exchange, One For The Other Given; I Hold His Dear, And Mine He Cannot Miss, There Never Was A Better Bargain Driven.

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

With A Tale, Forsooth, He Cometh Unto You; With A Tale Which Holdeth Children From Play, And Old Men From The Chimney Corner.

Sweet Speaking Oft A Currish Heart Reclaims.