Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves

If Ever (as That Ever May Be Near) You Meet In Some Fresh Cheek The Power Of Fancy, Then Shall You Know The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen, Arrows Make.

With This Special Observance, That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature. For Anything So Overdone Is From The Purpose Of Playing, Whose End, Both At The First And Now, Was And Is, To Hold, As 'twere, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Mine Honour Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honour From Me, And My Life Is Done.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.