Now I Am Past All

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

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.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution