The Will Of Man Is By His

I Cannot Draw A Cart, Nor Eat Dried Oats; If It Be Man's Work, I'll Do't.

Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious Daughter.

Those That Are Good Manners At The Court Are As Ridiculous In The Country, As The Behavior Of The Country Is Most Mockable At The Court.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

Is Love A Tender Thing? It Is Too Rough, Too Rude, Too Boisterous, And It Pricks Like Thorn.