My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art

All Hoods Make Not Monks.

Some Say That Ever 'gainst The Season Comes Wherein Our Saviour's Birth Is Celebrated, The Bird Of Dawning Singeth All Night Long: And Then, They Say, No Spirit Can Walk Abroad; The Nights Are Wholesome; Then No Planets Strike, No Fairy Takes, Nor Wi

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.

Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind.