Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes

'tis Brief, My Lord...as Woman's Love.

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

This Night I Hold An Old Accustomed Feast, Whereto I Have Invited Many A Guest, Such As I Love; And You Among The Store, One More, Most Welcome, Makes My Number More.

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.