Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.