If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue

For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.