So All My Best Is Dressing Old

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.

Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

Adieu, Adieu, Adieu! Remember Me.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.