Self-love Is The Most Inhibited Sin In

Good Wine Needs No Bush.

Ay Me! For Aught That Ever I Could Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.