I Am A Great Eater

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.

To Be In Love- Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans, Coy Looks With Heart-sore Sighs, One Fading Moment's Mirth With Twenty Watchful, Weary, Tedious Nights; If Haply Won, Perhaps A Hapless Gain; If Lost, Why Then A Grievous Labour Won; However, But A Folly Bought With Wit, Or Else A Wit By Folly Vanquished.

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

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.