Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

But Whate'er I Am, Nor I Nor Any Man That But Man Is, With Nothing Shall Be Pleased 'til He Be Eased With Being Nothing.

Wilt Thou Whip Thine Own Faults In Other Men?

Exit, Pursued By A Bear.