I Wish You Well And So I

In Brief, Sir, Study What You Most Affect.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.

That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now, And For That Sorrow, Which I Then Did Feel, Needs Must I Under My Transgression Bow, Unless My Nerves Were Brass Or Hammered Steel.

Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.