You Lack The Season Of All Natures,

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.

Lovers Ever Run Before The Clock

As Good Luck Would Have It, Comes In One Mistress Page, Gives Intelligence Of Ford's Approach, And In Her Invention, And Ford's Wife's Distraction, They Conveyed Me Into A Buck-basket.