Well, Every One Can Master

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

Show Me A Mistress That Is Passing Fair, What Doth Her Beauty Serve But As A Note Where I May Read Who Pass'd That Passing Fair?

For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood.

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.