Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

Virtue That Transgresses Is But Patched With Sin; And Sin That Amends Is But Patched With Virtue.

Foul Words Is But Foul Wind, And Foul Wind Is But Foul Breath, And Foul Breath Is Noisome; Therefore I Will Depart Unkissed.

No .... Holy Father, Throw Away That Thought. Believe Not That The Dribbling Dart Of Love Can Pierce A Complete Bosom.