Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me

My Love Though Silly Is More Brave.

Festive Alcohol Sometimes Leads To An Excess Of Honesty.

There Is Hook In Every Benefit, That Sticks In His Jaws That Takes That Benefit, And Draws Him Whither The Benefactor Will.

And To 'scape Stormy Days, I Choose An Everlasting Night.

Love Was As Subtly Caught, As A Disease; But Being Got It Is A Treasure Sweet, Which To Defend Is Harder Than To Get: And Ought Not Be Profaned On Either Part, For Though 'tis Got By Chance, 'tis Kept By Art.