Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None

This Wimpled, Whining, Purblind, Wayward Boy, This Senior Junior, Giant Dwarf...cupid.

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.

Besides, Our Nearness To The King In Love Is Near The Hate Of Those Love Not The King.