Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights

With This Special Observance, That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature. For Anything So Overdone Is From The Purpose Of Playing, Whose End, Both At The First And Now, Was And Is, To Hold, As 'twere, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Come, Swear It, Damn Thyself, Lest, Being Like One Of Heaven, The Devils Themselves Should Fear To Seize Thee; Therefore Be Double-damned, Swear,--thou Art Honest.

Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks, Shall Win My Love.

The Past Is Prologue.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.