Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till

Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.

He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In Fear.