No, Not Jove Himselfe, At

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

Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

I Dare Not Ask A Kiss; I Dare Not Beg A Smile; Lest Having That Or This, I Might Grow Proud The While. No, No, The Utmost Share Of My Desire Shall Be Only To Kiss That Air, That Lately Kissed Thee.

It Is The End That Crowns Us, Not The Fight.

Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A Face; Neglected Beauty Perisheth Apace.