My Stars Shine Darkly Over

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!

Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives Me Endless Support.

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.