Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Hand Out Of Plackets, Thy Pen From Lender's Books, And Defy The Foul Fiend.

Full Many A Glorious Morn I Have Seen Flatter The Mountain-tops With Sovereign Eye, Kissing With Golden Face The Meadows Green, Gilding Pale Streams With Heavenly Alchemy.

Thou And I Are Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.