There Is Nothing In The World So

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

To Be In Love, Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans; Coy Looks, With Heart-sore Sighs; One Fading Moment's Mirth

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.