The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak Aloud.

For Some Must Watch, While Some Must Sleep So Runs The World Away

The Summer's Flow'r Is To The Summer Sweet, Though To Itself It Only Live And Die' But If That Flow'r With Base Infection Meet, The Basest Weed Outbraves His Dignity: For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.