I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.

To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces Serve Them But As Enemies.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.