What, Can The Devil Speak True?

I Take Thee At Thy Word: Call Me But Love, And I'll Be New Baptized; Henceforth I Never Will Be Romeo.

To Be In Love, Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans; Coy Looks, With Heart-sore Sighs; One Fading Moment's Mirth

Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

Lord, I Could Not Endure A Husband With A Beard On His Face! I Had Rather Lie In The Woolen.