Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black,

O, Swear Not By The Moon, The Fickle Moon, The Inconstant Moon, That Monthly Changes In Her Circle Orb, Lest That Thy Love Prove Likewise Variable

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror

Sin, That Amends, Is But Patched With Virtue.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.