Barnes Are Blessings.

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.

Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own

Now, By The World, It Is A Lusty Wench; I Love Her Ten Times More Than E'er I Did: O, How I Long To Have Some Chat With Her!

While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

O, When She's Angry, She Is Keen And Shrewd! She Was A Vixen When She Went To School; And Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce.