Roused By The Lash Of His Own

Woman's Honor Is Nice As Ermine; It Will Not Bear A Soil.

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

The First Is The Law, The Last Prerogative.

For Every Inch That Is Not Fool, Is Rogue.