Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

Love That We Cannot Have Is The One That Lasts The Longest,hurts The Deepest,but Feels The Strongest