Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife,

Should All Despair That Have Revolted Wives, The Tenth Of Mankind Would Hang Themselves.

Like One Who Having Into Truth, By Telling Of It, Made Such A Sinner Of His Memory, To Credit His Own Lie.

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None.

If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.