Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of

I Perceive Affection Makes A Fool Of Any Man Too Much The Father.

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

Truth Is Man's Proper Good, And The Only Immortal Thing Was Given To Our Mortality To Use.

Follow A Shadow, It Still Flies You, Seem To Fly, It Will Pursue: So Court A Mistress, She Denies You; Let Her Alone, She Will Court You. Say Are Not Women Truly, Then, Styled But The Shadows Of Us Men?