O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

Good Friend For Jesus Sake Forbeare, To Digg The Dust Encloased Heare! Blest Be The Man That Spares Thes Stones, And Curst Be He That Moves My Bones.

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.

Do Not Swear By The Moon, For She Changes Constantly. Then Your Love Would Also Change.

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love