At This Hour Lie At My Mercy

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

Therefore Was I Created With A Stubborn Outside, With An Aspect Of Iron, That When I Come To Woo Ladies, I Fright Them. But, In Faith, Kate, The Elder I Wax, The Better I Shall Appear. My Comfort Is That Old Age, That Ill Layer-up Of Beauty, Can Do No More Spoil Upon My Face. Thou Hast Me, If Thou Hast Me, At The Worst, And Thou Shalt Wear Me, If Thou Wear Me, Better And Better.

Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed, One Woman Would Another Wed.