Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One

By My Soul I Swear, There Is No Power In The Tongue Of Man To Alter Me.

But Since The Affairs Of Men Rests Still Incertain, Let's Reason With The Worst That May Befall.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

The Poor World Is Almost Six Thousand Years Old, And In All This Time There Was Not Any Man Died In His Own Person, Videlicet, In A Love-cause.

I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.