The Man That Hath No Music In

As Good Luck Would Have It, Comes In One Mistress Page, Gives Intelligence Of Ford's Approach, And In Her Invention, And Ford's Wife's Distraction, They Conveyed Me Into A Buck-basket.

Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be.

My Thought, Whose Murder Yet Is But Fantastical, Shakes So My Single State Of Man That Function Is Smothered In Surmise, And Nothing Is But What Is Not.

Haste Is Needful In A Desperate Case.

You Know That I Do Fawn On Men, And Hug Them Hard, And After Scandal Them.