To Go To Bed After Midnight Is

Crowns In My Purse I Have, And Goods At Home, And So Am Come Abroad To See The World.

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well

Bring Me A Constant Woman To Her Husband, One That Ne'er Dream'd A Joy Beyond His Pleasure, And To That Woman, When She Has Done Most, Yet Will I Add An Honour-a Great Patience.

Stars Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires: The Eyes Wink At The Hand; Yet Let That Be Which The Eye Fears, When It Is Done, To See

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!