Men Prize The Thing Ungained

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

But Yet I'll Make Assurance Double Sure, And Take A Bond Of Fate: Thou Shalt Not Live.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France

Lechery, Lechery; Still, Wars And Lechery: Nothing Else Holds Fashion.