Who Hath No Faith To Man, To

Ignorance Is The Mother Of Admiration.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

Who Hath No Faith To Man, To God Hath None.

For One Heat, All Know, Doth Drive Out Another, One Passion Doth Expel Another Still.

Extremes, Though Contrary, Have The Like Effects. Extreme Heat Kills, And So Extreme Cold: Extreme Love Breeds Satiety, And So Extreme Hatred; And Too Violent Rigor Tempts Chastity, As Does Too Much License.