Love Asks Me No Questions,

No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some Touch Of Pity. But I Know None, And Therefore Am No Beast.

Ever Note, Lucilius, When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Useth An Enforced Ceremony. There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith; But Hollow Men, Like Horses Hot At Hand, Make Gallant Show And Promise Of Their Mettle; But When They Should Endure The Bloody Spur, They Fall Their Crests, And Like Deceitful Jades Sink In The Trial.

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.

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