What's Past And What's To Come Is

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love. The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. Love Is A Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.