Many Can Brook The Weather

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.

The Breaking Of So Great A Thing Should Make A Greater Crack: The Round World Should Have Shook Lions Into Civil Streets, And Citizens To Their Dens.

Or Are You Like The Painting Of A Sorrow, A Face Without A Heart?

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.