So Far Be Distant; And

Love Is Your Master, For He Masters You; And He That Is So Yoked By A Fool Methinks Should Not Be Chronicled For Wise.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

Many Dream Not To Find, Neither Deserve, And Yet Are Steeped In Favors.