Now Join Your Hands, And With Your

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run.

Mine Eyes Were Not In Fault, For She Was Beautiful; Mine Ears, That Heard Her Flattery; Nor My Heart, That Thought Her Like Her Seeming. It Had Been Vicious To Have Mistrusted Her.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.