Lovers Can Do Their Amorous

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

Un-thread The Rude Eye Of Rebellion, And Welcome Home Again Discarded Faith.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.