An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
Speak on, but be not over-tedious.
By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.
My love admits no qualifying dross