Use Every Man After His Desert, And

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.

The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

O Love, Be Moderate, Allay Thy Ecstasy, In Measure Rain Thy Joy, Scant This Excess!