Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.
Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.
Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.
This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.