A Young Man Married Is A Man

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

When Fortune Means To Men Most Good, She Looks Upon Them With A Threatening Eye.

What Is Past Is Prologue.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.