And That One Hunting, Which The Devil

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.

Woman's Honor Is Nice As Ermine; It Will Not Bear A Soil.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.