She Speaks Poniards, And Every

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.

For He Was Likely, Had He Been Put On, To Have Proved Most Royally.

Were Beauty Under Twenty Locks Kept Fast, Yet Love Breaks Through And Picks Them All At Last.

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer!