A Man Loves The Meat

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark

Confess Yourself To Heaven, Repent What's Past, Avoid What Is To Come, And Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds To Make Them Ranker.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

Alas, How Love Can Trifle With Itself!

Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious Moon, Who Is Already Sick And Pale With Grief That Thou, Her Maid, Art Far More Fair Than She. . . .