Who Riseth From A Feast With That

Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious Daughter.

Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

If You Did Wed My Sister For Her Wealth, Then For Her Wealth's Sake Use Her With More Kindness; Or, If You Like Elsewhere, Do It By Stealth; Muffle Your False Love With Some Show Of Blindness; Let Not My Sister Read It In Your Eye; Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's Orator; Look Sweet, Speak Fair, Become Disloyalty; Apparel Vice Like Virtue's Harbinger; Bear A Fair Presence, Though Your Heart Be Tainted; Teach Sin The Carriage Of A Holy Saint; Be Secret-false.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.