Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And

And Too Soon Marred Are Those So Early Made.

It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient Honor Won.

Be Merry, And Employ Your Chiefest Thoughts To Courtship And Such Fair Ostents Of Love As Shall Conveniently Become You There.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.