Prue Cooper Slipware
Time / Lesseneth Not My Love. My Love is Fix'd, I will not Range, I Like my Choice Too Well to Change A trifle for a friend Friendship, virtue, every grace, Dwelling in this happy place Many are the Stars I see But in my eye no Star like Thee
Whatever the weather
We'll brave it together If Ever Two were One, Then surely We/If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee Companions Still I love thee as thou art
Ancient person of my heart On with the dance