A Woman Is A Dish For The

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!

Now, My Co-mates And Brothers In Exile, Hath Not Old Custom Made This Life More Sweet Than That Of Painted Pomp? Are Not These Woods More Free From Peril Than The Envious Court?

He's Loved Of The Distracted Multitude, Who Like Not In Their Judgement, But Their Eyes.

Ay, But Hearken, Sir; Though The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air, I Am One That Am Nourished By My Victuals, And Would Fain Have Meat.