O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!
I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.