Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

Lawn As White As Driven Snow; Cyprus Black As E'er Was Crow; Gloves As Sweet As Damask Roses.

Some Men There Are Love Not A Gaping Pig, Some That Are Mad If They Behold A Cat, And Others When The Bagpipe Sings I The Nose Cannot Contain Their Urine.

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.