Thou Seest I Have More

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.

Let Me, If Not By Birth, Have Lands By Wit; All With Me's Meet That I Can Fashion Fit.

Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their Bud; Dismasked, The Damask Sweet Commixture Shown, Are Angels Vailing Clouds, Or Roses Blown.

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.