Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect Mine Eyes.

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help You In Your Need.

Thine Eyes I Love, And They As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black, And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain.

How Easy It Is For The Proper-false In Woman's Waxen Hearts To Set Their Forms!