Never Shame To Hear What You Have

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

Alack, The Night Comes On, And The Bleak Winds Do Sorely Ruffle; For Many Miles About There's Scarce A Bush.

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.