I Would Give All Of My Fame

Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood.

Alas, How Love Can Trifle With Itself!

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

By-and-by Is Easily Said.