Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

The Latter End Of A Fray, And The Beginning Of A Feast, Fits A Dull Fighter, And A Keen Guest.

What Stronger Breastplate Than A Heart Untainted! Thrice Is He Arm'd, That Hath His Quarrel Just.