Love Is Not Love That Alters When

Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright!

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.

Treason And Murder Ever Kept Together, As Two Yoke-devils Sworn To Either's Purpose, Working So Grossly In A Natural Cause That Admiration Did Not Whoop At Them; But Thou, 'gainst All Proportion, Didst Bring In Wonder To Wait On Treason And On Murder; And Whatsoever Cunning Fiend It Was That Wrought Upon Thee So Preposterously Hath Got The Voice In Hell For Excellence.

In Brief, Sir, Study What You Most Affect.