Then Let Thy Love Be

But We Have Reason To Cool Our Raging Motions, Our Carnal Stings, Our Unbitted Lusts; Whereof I Take This That You Call Love To Bea Sect Or Scion.... It Is Merely A Lust Of The Blood And A Permission Of The Will.

If Thou Remeber'st Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Into, Thou Hast Not Lov'd

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.