Be Lion-mettled, Proud, And Take No Care

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

All The Contagion Of The South Light On You, You Shames Of Rome! You Herd Of--boils And Plagues Plaster You O'er; That You May Be Abhorr'd Further Than Seen, And One Infect Another Against The Wind A Mile!

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution