Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe

You Kiss By Th' Book.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous; And For The Multitude To Be Ingrateful Were To Make A Monster Of The Multitude; Of Which We Being Members, Should Bring Ourselves To Be Monstrous Members.

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Is Love A Tender Thing? It Is Too Rough, Too Rude, Too Boisterous, And It Pricks Like Thorn.