All Good Things Must Come To An

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .

For There Is One Thing I Can Safely Say: That Those Bound By Love Must Obey Each Other If They Are To Keep Company Long. Love Will Not Be Constrained By Mastery; When Mastery Comes, The God Of Love At Once Beats His Wings, And Farewell He Is Gone. Love Is A Thing As Free As Any Spirit; Women Naturally Desire Liberty, And Not To Be Constrained Like Slaves; And So Do Men, If I Shall Tell The Truth.

Love Will Not Be Constrain'd By Mastery. When Mast'ry Comes, The God Of Love Anon Beateth His Wings, And, Farewell, He Is Gone. Love Is A Thing As Any Spirit Free.

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

If Gold Ruste, What Shall Iren Do?