The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say,

For Pitty, Sir, Find Out That Bee Which Bore My Love Away I'le Seek Him In Your Bonnet Brave, I'le Seek Him In Your Eyes.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

You Say To Me-wards Your Affection's Strong; Pray Love Me Little, So You Love Me Long.

Know When To Speak - For Many Times It Brings Danger, To Give The Best Advice To Kings.

The Body Is The Soul's Poor House Or Home, Whose Ribs The Laths Are And Whose Flesh The Loam.