Love Not What You Are But Only

Beware, Gentle Knight - The Greatest Monster Of Them All Is Reason.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.

Blessed Be Those Happy Ages That Were Strangers To The Dreadful Fury Of These Devilish Instruments Of Artillery, Whose Inventor I Am Satisfied Is Now In Hell, Receiving The Reward Of His Cursed Invention, Which Is The Cause That Very Often A Cowardly Base Hand Takes Away The Life Of The Bravest Gentleman.

Give The Devil His Due.

Little Said Is Soon Amended.