A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself,

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds, That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief?

This Man, Lady, Hath Robb'd Many Beasts Of Their Particular Additions: He Is As Valiant As A Lion, Churlish As The Bear, Slow As The Elephant-a Man Into Whom Nature Hath So Crowded Humours That His Valour Is Crush'd Into Folly, His Folly Sauced With Discretion.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Give Me That Man That Is Not Passion's Slave, And I Will Wear Him In My Heart's Core, In My Heart Of Heart, As I Do Thee.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.