Be As Just And Gracious Unto Me,

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

Have You Not A Moist Eye, A Dry Hand, A Yellow Cheek, A White Beard, A Decreasing Leg, An Increasing Belly? Is Not Your Voice Broken, Your Wind Short, Your Chin Double, Your Wit Single, And Every Part About You Blasted With Antiquity?

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.