Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe

This Passion, And The Death Of A Dear Friend, Would Go Near To Make A Man Look Sad.

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

Away, You Cut-purse Rascal! You Filthy Bung, Away! By This Wine, I'll Thrust My Knife In Your Mouldy Chaps, An You Play The Saucy Cuttle With Me. Away, You Bottle-ale Rascal! You Basket-hilt Stale Juggler, You!

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

Thus We Play The Fool With The Time And The Spirits Of The Wise Sit In The Clouds And Mock Us.