Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

I Am Not Merry, But I Do Beguile The Thing I Am By Seeming Otherwise.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

He Lives In Fame That Died In Virtue's Cause.

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.