The Fringed Curtains Of Thine

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men.

Tis No Sin For A Man To Labor In His Vocation.

Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

I Am Bewitched With The Rogue's Company. If The Rascal Have Not Given Me Medicines To Make Me Love Him, I'll Be Hanged.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.