Cupid Is A Knavish Lad,

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than A Minute Too Late.

And Be These Juggling Friends No More Believ'd, That Palter With Us In A Double Sense; That Keep The Word Of Promise To Our Ear And Break It To Our Hope.