Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

Things Are Often Spoke And Seldom Meant.

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.