O Most Delicate Fiend! Who Is't Can

One Half Of Me Is Yours, The Other Half Is Yours, Mine Own, I Would Say; But If Mine, Then Yours, And So All Yours.

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

Pray You Now, Forget And Forgive.

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.