Don't Trust The Person Who Has Broken

How Hard It Is For Women To Keep Counsel!

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.

I Love Him For His Sake; And Yet I Know Him A Notorious Liar, Think Him A Great Way Fool, Solely A Coward; Yet These Fix'd Evils Sit So Fit In Him That They Take Place When Virtue's Steely Bones Looks Bleak I' Th' Cold Wind; Withal, Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.