Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain

Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.

For Oaths Are Straws, Men's Faiths Are Wafer-cakes, And Hold-fast Is The Only Dog.

Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood Will Give Us Anything.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.