I Could Never Love Indeed; Never See Mine Own Heart Bleed: Never Crucify My Life, Or For Widow, Maid, Or Wife. I Could Never Seek To Please One Or Many Mistresses: Never Like Their Lips To Swear Oil Of Roses Still Smelt There. I Could Never Break My Sleep, Fold Mine Arms, Sob, Sigh, Or Weep: Never Beg, Or Humbly Woo With Oaths And Lies, As Others Do. I Could Never Walk Alone; Put A Shirt Of Sackcloth On: Never Keep A Fast, Or Pray For Good Luck In Love That Day. But Have Hitherto Liv'D Free As The Air That Circles Me: And Kept Credit With My Heart, Neither Broke I' Th' Whole, Or Part.