Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

Time Is A Very Bankrupt And Owes More Than He's Worth To Season. Nay, He's A Thief Too: Have You Not Heard Men Say, That Time Comes Stealing On By Night And Day?

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind.

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