He That Is Thy Friend

You'd Be So Lean, That Blast Of January Would Blow You Through And Through. Now, My Fair'st Friend, I Would I Had Some Flowers O' The Spring That Might Become Your Time Of Day.

Sin, That Amends, Is But Patched With Virtue.

I Have A Soul Of Lead So Stakes Me To The Ground I Cannot Move.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand.