Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless

Twixt Kings And Tyrants There's This Difference Known; Kings Seek Their Subjects' Good: Tyrants Their Own.

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.

Praise They That Will Times Past, I Joy To See My Selfe Now Live: This Age Best Pleaseth Mee.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Thou Art My Life, My Love, My Heart, The Very Eyes Of Me: And Hast Command Of Every Part To Live And Die For Thee.