Let Argument Bear No Unmusical

Tell Troth And Shame The Devil.

The Man That Is Once Hated, Both His Good And His Evil Deeds Oppress Him.

Reader Look, Not On His Picture But His Book.

Though I Am Young, And Cannot Tell Either What Death Or Love Is Well, Yet I Have Heard They Both Bear Darts, And Both Do Aim At Human Hearts. And Then Again, I Have Been Told Love Wounds With Heat, As Death With Cold; So That I Fear They Do But Bring Extremes To Touch, And Mean One Thing. As In A Ruin We It Call One Thing To Be Blown Up, Or Fall; Or To Our End Like Way May Have By A Flash Of Lightning, Or A Wave; So Love’s Inflamèd Shaft Or Brand May Kill As Soon As Death’s Cold Hand; Except Love’s Fires The Virtue Have To Fight The Frost Out Of The Grave.

Truth Is Man's Proper Good, And The Only Immortal Thing Was Given To Our Mortality To Use.