Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises,

So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.​​​​​​

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.

And Writers Say, As The Most Forward Bud Is Eaten By The Canker Ere It Blow, Even So By Love The Young And Tender Wit Is Turn'd To Folly, Blasting In The Bud, Losing His Verdure Even In The Prime, And All The Fair Effects Of Future Hopes.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.