There Is Nothing But Roguery

Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones.

Passion Lends Them Power, Time Means To Meet, Tempering Extremities With Extremes Sweet.

Say, What Abridgement Have You For This Evening? What Masque, What Music? How Shall We Beguile The Lazy Time If Not With Some Delight?

Love Is A Smoke Rais'd With The Fume Of Sighs; Being Purg'd, A Fire Sparkling In Lovers' Eyes; Being Vex'd, A Sea Nourish'd With Lovers' Tears; What Is It Else? A Madness Most Discreet, A Choking Gall, And A Preserving Sweet.

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.