Then With The Losers Let

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

Men Judge By The Complexion Of The Sky The State And Inclination Of The Day.

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.

Trifles Light As Air Are To The Jealous Confirmations Strong As Proofs Of Holy Writ.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy