Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves

Learn This Of Me, Where'er Thy Lot Doth Fall, Short Lot, Or Not, To Be Content With All.

Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time; And While Ye May, Go Marry: For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.

He Loves His Bonds Who, When The First Are Broke, Submits His Neck Into A Second Yoke.

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.