Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits

Women Are Angels, Wooing: Things Won Are Done; Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing: That She Beloved Knows Naught, That Knows Not This-- Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

You Speak Like A Green Girl / Unsifted In Such Perilous Circumstances.

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.