Oh, Flatter Me; For Love

This Wimpled, Whining, Purblind, Wayward Boy, This Senior Junior, Giant Dwarf...cupid.

Thus Conscience Does Make Cowards Of Us All; And Thus The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Slicked O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought

A Sympathy In Choice.

He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next.

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet