Golden Lads And Girls All Must As

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

You Speak Like A Green Girl / Unsifted In Such Perilous Circumstances.

Refrain To-night; And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence, The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature, And Either Master The Devil Or Throw Him Out With Wondrous Potency.

I Will Make A Star-chamber Matter Of It.