I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With Traps.