Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's

You Will Never Age For Me, Nor Fade, Nor Die.

If Thou Couldst, Doctor, Cast The Water Of My Land, Find Her Disease, And Purge It To A Sound And Pristine Health, I Would Applaud Thee To The Very Echo, That Should Applaud You Again.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!

My Life, My Joy, My Food, My Ail The World!

Ay Me! For Aught That Ever I Could Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.