Hide Not Thy Poison With

For You And I Are Past Our Dancing Days.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?

Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!

Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come; Love Alters Not With His Brief Hours And Weeks, But Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom. If This Be Error And Upon Me Prov'd, I Never Writ, Nor No Man Ever Lov'd.