The Man That Hath No Music In

Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.

I Am Bewitched With The Rogue's Company. If The Rascal Have Not Given Me Medicines To Make Me Love Him, I'll Be Hanged.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.