Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

Waste Not Thy Time In Windy Argument But Let The Matter Drop.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat, Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This, That To The Use Of Actions Fair And Good He Likewise Gives A Frock Or Livery That Aptly Is Put On. Refrain Tonight, And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence; The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

Ready To Go But Never To Return.

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

Let The Sap Of Reason Quench The Fire Of Passion.