Let The Sap Of Reason

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

The Heavens Themselves, The Planets, And This Centre Observe Degree, Priority, And Place, Insisture, Course, Proportion, Season, Form, Office, And Custom, In All Line Of Order.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.

The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.