Love For Thy Love , And Hand

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle Blind.

In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time Birds Sing, Hey Ding A-ding, A-ding Sweet Lovers Love The Spring—

Who Alone Suffers Suffers Most I' Th' Mind, Leaving Free Things And Happy Shows Behind; But Then The Mind Much Sufferance Doth O'erskip When Grief Hath Mates, And Bearing Fellowship.

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.