For In My Youth I

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So Think Twice Before You Speak.

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.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.