Modest Doubt Is Called The

Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

Thou Art A Boil, A Plague Sore, An Embossed Carbuncle In My Corrupted Blood.

Love Reasons Without Reason.

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

Tis A Blushing Shame-faced Spirit That Mutinies In A Man's Bosom. It Fills A Man Full Of Obstacles. It Made Me Once Restore A Purse Of Gold That (by Chance) I Found. It Beggars Any Man That Keeps It.