You Know That Love Will Creep In

Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

Because I Cannot Flatter And Look Fair, Smile In Men's Faces, Smooth, Deceive, And Cog, Duck With French Nods And Apish Courtesy, I Must Be Held A Rancorous Enemy.

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.

This World To Me Is Like A Lasting Storm,whirring Me From My Friends.