For Now They Kill Me With A

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.

Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triumph Die, Like Fire And Powder, Which As They Kiss Consume. The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite. Therefore Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.