'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another

I Was Adored Once Too.

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.

Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.