I Do Love I Know

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

Let Wealth Come In By Comely Thrift, And Not By Any Sordid Shift; 't Is Haste Makes Waste; Extremes Have Still Their Fault. Who Gripes Too Hard The Dry And Slipp'ry Sand, Holds None At All, Or Little, In His Hand.

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.