If Wishes Would Prevail With Me, My

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

Now, By The World, It Is A Lusty Wench; I Love Her Ten Times More Than E'er I Did: O, How I Long To Have Some Chat With Her!

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*