Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

Oft Have I Heard Both Youths And Virgins Say, Birds Chuse Their Mates And Couple Too This Day: But By Their Flight I Never Can Devine When I Shall Couple With My Valentine.

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse

Who With A Little Cannot Be Content, Endures An Everlasting Punishment.