Sweets To The Sweet.

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.

As I Hope For Quiet Days, Fair Issue, And Long Life, With Such Love As 'tis Now, The Murkiest Den, The Most Opportune Place, The Strong'st Suggestion Our Worser Genius Can, Shall Never Melt Mine Honour Into Lust, To Take Away The Edge Of That Day's Celebration, When I Shall Think Or Phoebus' Steeds Are Founder'd Or Night Kept Chain'd Below.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

By-and-by Is Easily Said.

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.