The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

What Cannot Be Saved When Fate Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.

Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own

Thou Speak'st Like Him's Untutored To Repeat: Who Makes The Fairest Show Means Most Deceit.