What Should Such Fellows As I Do

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

Pray You Now, Forget And Forgive.

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

Good Lord, For Alliance! Thus Goes Every One To The World But I, And I Am Sunburnt; I May Sit In A Corner And Cry Heigh-ho For A Husband!

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.