Thy Words, I Grant Are

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One Dust.

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.