So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

What a deformed thief this fashion is.

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.

Be to yourself as you would to your friend.