A Willing Mind Makes A

My Dancing Days Are Past.

For Any Man To Match Above His Rank Is But To Sell His Liberty.

Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think Crows Beautiful.

Great Men, Till They Have Gained Their Ends, Are Giants In Their Promises, But, Those Obtained, Weak Pigmies In Their Performance. And It Is A Maxim Allowed Among Them, So They May Deceive, They May Swear Anything; For The Queen Of Love, As They Hold Constantly, Does Never Punish, But Smile, At Lovers' Perjuries.

Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been All Words, And No Performance.