There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

While we lie tumbling in the hay.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.