This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.

I may be smelly and I may be old, Rough in my pebbles, reedy in my pools, But where my fish float by I bless their swimming, And I like the people to bathe in me especially women.

If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.

This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.

I only asked my friends to be friendly and polite, I found them indifferent and censorious; The one I left to silence, the other to reproach: God send me over all such friends victorious.

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

You must have some money if you are going to live simply. It need not be much, but you must have some.