I Am Two Fools, I Know, For

Without Outward Declarations, Who Can Conclude An Inward Love?

But I Do Nothing Upon Myself, And Yet I Am My Own Executioner.

Despair Is The Damp Of Hell, As Joy Is The Serenity Of Heaven.

How Many Times Go We To Comedies, To Masques, To Places Of Great And Noble Resort, Nay Even To Church Only To See The Company.

Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine Is Thine.