To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

I Will Not Trust You, I, Nor Longer Stay In Your Curst Company. Your Hands Than Mine Are Quicker For A Fray, My Legs Are Longer Though, To Run Away.

As Love Is Full Of Unbefitting Strains, All Wanton As A Child, Skipping And Vain, Form'd By The Eye And Therefore, Like The Eye, Full Of Strange Shapes, Of Habits And Of Forms, Varying In Subjects As The Eye Doth Roll To Every Varied Object In His Glance

In Brief, Sir, Study What You Most Affect.