Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art

As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight To See His Active Child Do Deeds Of Youth, So I, Made Lame By Fortune's Dearest Spite, Take All My Comfort Of Thy Worth And Truth.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

Faults That Are Rich Are Fair.

Alas, Their Love May Be Call'd Appetite. No Motion Of The Liver, But The Palate

There's A Time For All Things.