Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

When I waked, I cried to dream again

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.