Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

The People Are The City.

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.

A Knavish Speech Sleeps In A Fool's Ear.

And All My Mother Came Into Mine Eyes And Gave Me Up To Tears.