Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn

Blest Are Those Whose Blood And Judgment Are So Well Commingled, That They Are Not A Pipe For Fortune's Finger To Sound What Stop She Please.

Love Goes Toward Love.