Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil

Things In Motion Sooner Catch The Eye Than What Not Stirs.

Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed, One Woman Would Another Wed.

The Poor World Is Almost Six Thousand Years Old, And In All This Time There Was Not Any Man Died In His Own Person, Videlicet, In A Love-cause.

Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of The Shade, Minions Of The Moon

Alas, Their Love May Be Call'd Appetite. No Motion Of The Liver, But The Palate