In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief

A Hundred Thousand Welcomes: I Could Weep, And I Could Laugh; I Am Light And Heavy: Welcome.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.