No Tye Can Oblige The Perfidious. [no

How Wide Is All This Long Pretense! There Is In Love A Sweetness Ready Penned, Copy Out Only That, And Save Expense.

He That Hath Little Is The Lesse Durtie.

He Who Has The Pepper May Season As He Lists.

The March Sunne Raises But Dissolves Not.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?