A Knock-down Argument; 'tis But

Moderate Sorrow Fits Vulgar Love, And For A Vulgar Man: But I Have Lov'd With Such Transcendent Passion, I Soar'd, At First, Quite Out Of Reason's View, And Now Am Lost Above It.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.

Jealousy's A Proof Of Love, But 'tis A Weak And Unavailing Medicine; It Puts Out The Disease And Makes It Show, But Has No Power To Cure.