Haste Is Needful In A

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.

Lions Make Leopards Tame.

To Thine Own Self Be True, And It Must Follow, As The Night The Day, Thou Canst Not Then Be False To Any Man.

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet

Covering Discretion With A Coat Of Folly.