I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.

Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly Dwelling And A Rich.