If Thou Dost Seek To Have What

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

What Have We Here? A Man Or A Fish? Dead Or Alive? A Fish: He Smells Like A Fish; A Very Ancient And Fishlike Smell; A Kind Of Not Of The Newest Poor-john. A Strange Fish!

And Keep You In The Rear Of Your Affection, Out Of The Shot And Danger Of Desire, The Chariest Maid Is Prodigal Enough If She Unmasks Her Beauty To The Moon.