If You Have Tears, Prepare

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

Ay, But Hearken, Sir; Though The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air, I Am One That Am Nourished By My Victuals, And Would Fain Have Meat.

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.*

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.