When Most I Wink, Then Do My

It Is Not Vain Glory For A Man And His Glass To Confer In His Own Chamber.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

Hot Lavender, Mints, Savory, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun, And With Him Rise Weeping.

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.