I Go, I Go, Look How I

Let Still Woman Take An Elder Than Herself: So Wears She To Him, So Sways She Level In Her Husband's Heart, For, Boy, However We Do Praise Ourselves, Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner To Be Lost And Warn, Than Women's Are.

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

Robust Grass Endures Mighty Winds; Loyal Ministers Emerge Through Ordeal.