Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

O, I Do Not Like That Paying Back, 'tis A Double Labor.

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.