Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve

Or Are You Like The Painting Of A Sorrow, A Face Without A Heart?

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.