A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For

This Is A Way To Kill A Wife With Kindness.

But Till All Graces Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace. Rich She Shall Be, That's Certain; Wise, Or I'll None; Virtuous, Or I'll Never Cheapen Her; Fair, Or I'll Never Look On Her; Mild, Or Come Not Near Me; Noble, Or Not I For An Angel; Of Good Discourse, And Excellent Musician And Her Hair Shall Be Of What Colour It Shall Please God.

Promising Is The Very Air O' The Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation.

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

All Difficulties Are Easy When They Are Known.