By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of

Which Means She To Deceive, Father Or Mother?

I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So Far, That, Should I Wade No More, Returning Were As Tedious As Go O'er.

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.