That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be

You Know That I Do Fawn On Men, And Hug Them Hard, And After Scandal Them.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

She Marking Them Begins A Wailing Note And Sings Extemporally A Woeful Ditty How Love Makes Young Men Thrall And Old Men Dote How Love Is Wise In Folly, Foolish-witty Her Heavy Anthem Still Concludes In Woe, And Still The Choir Of Echoes Answer So.

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.