For My Part, I May

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

This Thou Perceivest, Which Makes Thy Love More Strong, To Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever

Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend So Horrid As In Woman.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.