I Love A Ballad In Print O'

I Cannot, Nor I Will Not Hold Me Still; My Tongue, Though Not My Heart, Shall Have His Will.

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

I Am Bewitched With The Rogue's Company. If The Rascal Have Not Given Me Medicines To Make Me Love Him, I'll Be Hanged.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.