Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One

The Dullness Of The Fool Is The Whetstone Of The Wits.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

Some Report A Sea-maid Spawn'd Him; Some That He Was Begot Between Two Stock-fishes. But It Is Certain That When He Makes Water His Urine Is Congealed Ice.

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.