Let Me Not To The Marriage Of

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

Love Is Merely A Madness; And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do; And The Reason Why They Are Not So Punish'd And Cured Is That The Lunacy Is So Ordinary That The Whippers Are In Love Too.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.