If You Be King, Why Should Not

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

Things In Motion Sooner Catch The Eye Than What Not Stirs.

Now Old Desire Doth In His Deathbed Lie, And Young Affection Gapes To Be His Heir; That Fair For Which Love Groan'd For And Would Die, With Tender Juliet Match'd, Is Now Not Fair.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.