Were It My Cue To

To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come.

One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!