Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.

I Must Have Liberty Withal, As Large A Charter As The Wind, To Blow On Whom I Please, For So Fools Have.

How Many Cowards Whose Hearts Are All As False As Stairs Of Sand, Wear Yet Upon Their Chins The Beards Of Hercules And Frowning Mars, Who Inward Searched, Have Livers White As Milk!

Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed, One Woman Would Another Wed.