He That Loves Pleasure Must For Pleasure

Love Is Not Ful Of Pittie (as Men Say) But Deaffe And Cruell, Where He Meanes To Pray.

Was This The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships, And Burnt The Topless Towers Of Ileum?

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.

Confess And Be Hanged.

Above Our Life We Love A Steadfast Friend.