If I Be Waspish, Best

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

Tis An Ill Cook That Cannot Lick His Own Fingers.

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

Passion Lends Them Power, Time Means To Meet, Tempering Extremities With Extremes Sweet.

Scratching Could Not Make It Worse, An't Were Such A Face As Yours Were.