Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed

Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward, But Then Woos Best When Most His Choice Is Froward.

That We Would Do We Should Do When We Would, For This 'would' Changes, And Hath Abatements And Delays As Many As There Are Tongues, Are Hands, Are Accidents, And Then This 'should' Is Like A Spendthrift Sigh, That Hurts By Easing.

So Well Thy Words Become Thee As Thy Wounds.

Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.