There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love.

I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.

A Fellow By The Hand Of Nature Mark'd, Quoted, And Sign'd, To Do A Deed Of Shame.