Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light

Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My Story.

O Excellent! I Love Long Life Better Than Figs.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?

Love Moderately. Long Love Doth So. Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow. *love Each Other In Moderation. That Is The Key To Long-lasting Love. Too Fast Is As Bad As Too Slow.*