Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not

Tis Not A Year Or Two Shows Us A Man: They Are All But Stomachs, And We All But Food; They Eat Us Hungerly, And When They Are Full They Belch Us.

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

By Jove, I Am Not Covetous For Gold, Nor Care I Who Doth Feed Upon My Cost; It Yearns Me Not If Me My Garments Wear; Such Outward Things Dwell Not In My Desires: But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive.

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.