What Are You Doing Sister? / Killing

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers; But As All Is Mortal In Nature, So Is All Nature In Love Mortal In Folly.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing, And Is Not Careful What They Mean Thereby, Knowing That With The Shadow Of His Wings He Can At Pleasure Stint Their Melody: Even So Mayest Thou The Giddy Men Of Rome.

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.