A Man Should Be What

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

Misery Acquaints A Man With Strange Bedfellows.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time. Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue.

But We Have Reason To Cool Our Raging Motions, Our Carnal Stings, Our Unbitted Lusts; Whereof I Take This That You Call Love To Bea Sect Or Scion.... It Is Merely A Lust Of The Blood And A Permission Of The Will.

All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives Of More Fancy.