But Like Of Each Thing That In

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

If You Be King, Why Should Not I Succeed?

Well, I'll Repent, And That Suddenly, While I Am In Some Liking; I Shall Be Out Of Heart Shortly, And Then I Shall Have No Strength To Repent.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.