Is It Possible He Should

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

Ay Me! For Aught That Ever I Could Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.

I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.

She Says I Am Not Fair, That I Lack Manners; She Calls Me Proud, And That She Could Not Love Me, Were Man As Rare As Phoenix.