Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

O Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong, That Thy Unkindness Lays Upon My Heart, Wound Me Not With Thine Eye But With Thy Tongue, Use Power With Power, And Slay Me Not By Art.

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

I Hold Him But A Fool That Will Endanger His Body For A Girl That Loves Him Not.

Lords, Knights And Gentlemen, What I Should Say My Tears Gainsay; For Every Word I Speak, Ye See I Drink The Water Of My Eye.

My Heart Is Ever At Your Service.