Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!

Well, While I Live I'll Fear No Other Thing So Sore As Keeping Safe Nerissa's Ring.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.