But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes

Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed? Was Ever Woman In This Humour Won?

How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool And Jester!

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

The Summer's Flow'r Is To The Summer Sweet, Though To Itself It Only Live And Die' But If That Flow'r With Base Infection Meet, The Basest Weed Outbraves His Dignity: For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

Since My Dear Soul Was Mistress Of Her Choice And Could Of Men Distinguish Her Election, Sh'ath Sealed Thee For Herself.