Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

Ay, But Hearken, Sir; Though The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air, I Am One That Am Nourished By My Victuals, And Would Fain Have Meat.

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

I Always Thought It Was Both Impious And Unnatural That Such Immanity And Bloody Strife Should Reign Among Professors Of One Faith.

Alas, Their Love May Be Call'd Appetite. No Motion Of The Liver, But The Palate