I Love A Ballad In

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.