I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To

How Much An Ill Word May Empoison Liking!

Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.

She Is Your Treasure, She Must Have A Husband; I Must Dance Bare-foot On Her Wedding Day, And, For Your Love To Her, Lead Apes In Hell.

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.