If This Be Not Love,

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.

Marriage Is Honourable, As You Say; And If So, Wherefore Should Cuckoldom Be A Discredit, Being Deriv'd From So Honourable A Root?

Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined.

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.