To Business That We Love We Rise

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror

I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair Wisdom, Not Thy Passions, Sway In This Uncivil And Unjust Extent Against Thy Peace.

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.

Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of Courtesy.

See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!