Tis No Sin Love's Fruits To Steal;

Where It Concerns Himself, Who's Angry At A Slander, Makes It True.

I Am Beholden To Calumny, That She Hath So Endeavored To Belie Me.-it Shall Make Me Set A Surer Guard On Myself, And Keep A Better Watch Upon My Actions.

He That Is Respectless In His Courses Oft Sells His Reputation At Cheap Market.

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

Guilt's A Terrible Thing.