Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial

My Will Enkindled By Mine Eyes And Ears, Two Traded Pilots 'twixt The Dangerous Shores Of Will And Judgment.

My Life, My Joy, My Food, My Ail The World!

Never; He Will Not: Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety: Other Women Cloy The Appetites They Feed: But She Makes Hungry Where Most She Satisfies.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.