Of All Base Passions, Fear Is The

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!

Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are Whole.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet