Why, All Delights Are Vain;

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

Love Comforteth Like Sunshine After Rain, But Lust's Effect Is Tempest After Sun; Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain, Lust's Winter Comes Ere Summer Half Be Done; Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies.

This Wimpled, Whining, Purblind, Wayward Boy, This Senior Junior, Giant Dwarf...cupid.

Boldness Be My Friend.

In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A Little I Can Read.