Why What A Fool Was I To

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

Thus Conscience Does Make Cowards Of Us All; And Thus The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Slicked O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought

Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am Not So Nice To Change True Rules For Odd Inventions.

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.