Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A

Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In Confidence. Do Not Go Forth To-day.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

Thus Did I Keep My Person Fresh And New, My Presence, Like A Robe Pontifical, Ne'er Seen But Wondered At, And So My State, Seldom But Sumptuous, Showed Like A Feast.

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

He Thinks Too Much. Such Men Are Dangerous.