Put Money In Thy Purse.

I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's Lap

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Say, What Abridgement Have You For This Evening? What Masque, What Music? How Shall We Beguile The Lazy Time If Not With Some Delight?

Lay Her I' The Earth: And From Her Fair And Unpolluted Flesh May Violets Spring! I Tell Thee, Churlish Priest, A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be, When Thou Liest Howling. Hamlet. What, The Fair Ophelia! Queen Gertrude. Sweets To The Sweet: Farewell!