Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange

I, Measuring His Affections By My Own, Which Then Most Sought Where Most Might Not Be Found, Being One Too Many By My Weary Self, Pursued My Humor Not Pursuing His, And Gladly Shunned Who Gladly Fled From Me.

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest To The Ground.

Grief Makes One Hour Ten.