Is She Not Passing Fair?

If Thou Remeber'st Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Into, Thou Hast Not Lov'd

Steed Threatens Steed, In High And Boastful Neighs Piercing The Night's Dull Ear; And From The Tents The Armorers Accomplishing The Knights, With Busy Hammers Closing Rivets Up, Give Dreadful Note Of Preparation.

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.

Therefore Another Prologue Must Tell He Is Not A Lion