A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not

Now The Good Gods Forbid That Our Renowned Rome, Whose Gratitude Towards Her Deserved Children Is Enrolled In Jove's Own Book, Like An Unnatural Dam Should Now Eat Up Her Own!

What Is Thy Sentence Then But Speechless Death.

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights In Joy.

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.