Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's

And Too Soon Marred Are Those So Early Made.

Is Love A Tender Thing? It Is Too Rough, Too Rude, Too Boisterous, And It Pricks Like Thorn.

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

Now, By The World, It Is A Lusty Wench; I Love Her Ten Times More Than E'er I Did: O, How I Long To Have Some Chat With Her!

Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?