How Long A Time Lies

How Wayward Is This Foolish Love That, Like A Testy Babe, Will Scratch The Nurse And Presently, All Humble, Kiss The Rod.

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.

The Deep Of Night Is Crept Upon Our Talk, And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

I Hold Him But A Fool That Will Endanger His Body For A Girl That Loves Him Not.