Thou Speak'st Like Him's Untutored To Repeat:

And Therefore Is Love Said To Be A Child, Because In Choice He Is So Oft Beguil'd

All's Well If All Ends Well.

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.

So Sweet Was Ne'er So Fatal. I Must Weep. But They Are Creul Tears. This Sorrow's Heavenly; It Strikes Where It Doth Love.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.