As You Are Old And Reverend, You

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

O Thou That Dost Inhabit In My Breast, Leave Not The Mansion So Long Tenantless; Lest, Growing Ruinous, The Building Fall And Leave No Memory Of What It Was!

O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er Who Dotes, Yet Doubts, Suspects, Yet Fondly Loves!