If I Can Catch Him Once Upon

Twere To Consider Too Curiously, To Consider So.

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

Beauty's A Doubtful Good, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour; And Beauty, Blemish'd Once, For Ever's Lost, In Spite Of Physic, Painting, Pain, And Cost.

They Say Best Men Are Molded Out Of Faults, And, For The Most, Become Much More The Better For Being A Little Bad

Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make Thee Believe I Love.