Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

Honor's A Thing Too Subtle For Wisdom; If Honor Lie In Eating, He's Right Honorable.

Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.

Of All The Paths [that] Lead To A Woman's Love Pity's The Straightest.

Oh, Love Will Make A Dog Howl In Rhyme.