Love, All Alike, No Season

Goe And Catche A Falling Starre, Get With Child A Mandrake Root, Tell Me, Where All Past Yeares Are, Or Who Cleft The Divel's Foot. Teach Me To Hear Mermaides' Singing, Or To Keep Of Envies Stinging, And Finde What Winde Serves To Advance An Honest Minde.

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.

Love, All Alike, No Season Knows, Nor Clime, Nor Hours, Days, Months, Which Are The Rags Of Time.

There Is No Health; Physicians Say That We, At Best, Enjoy But Neutrality.

I Wonder, By My Troth, What Thou And I Did, Till We Lov'd?