To Be Direct And Honest Is Not

Educated Men Are So Impressive.

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

Unless Hours Were Cups Of Sack, And Minutes Capons, And Clocks The Tongues Of Bawds, And Dials The Signs Of Leaping-houses, And The Blessed Sun Himself A Fair Hot Wench In Flame-colored Taffeta, I See No Reason Why Thou Shouldst Be So Superfluous To Demand The Time Of The Day.

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.