Hal, If I Tell Thee

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune Lies.

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is So Great. Oh! I Could Hew Up Rocks, And Fight With Flint.

It Is Great To Do That Thing That Ends All Other Deeds, Which Shackles Accidents And Bolts Up Change.