They Are But Beggars That Can Count

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.

But We Have Reason To Cool Our Raging Motions, Our Carnal Stings, Our Unbitted Lusts; Whereof I Take This That You Call Love To Bea Sect Or Scion.... It Is Merely A Lust Of The Blood And A Permission Of The Will.

The Weight Of This Sad Time We Must Obey, Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say. The Oldest Hath Borne Most: We That Are Young Shall Never See So Much, Nor Live So Long.

Leave Us To Our Free Election.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.