And She's Fair I Love.

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.

Aand In The End, Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else But That I Was A Journeyman To Grief?

If I Were A Woman I Would Kiss As Many Of You As Had Beards That Pleased Me, Complexions That Liked Me And Breaths That I Defied Not

Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse, Who Being Allowed His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him.

Dead Shepherd, Now I Find Thy Saw Of Might. Whoever Lov'd That Lov'd Not At First Sight.