The Barge She Sat In, Like A

Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake

Now, By The World, It Is A Lusty Wench; I Love Her Ten Times More Than E'er I Did: O, How I Long To Have Some Chat With Her!

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men's Cottage Princes' Palaces.