Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.

Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come; Love Alters Not With His Brief Hours And Weeks, But Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom. If This Be Error And Upon Me Prov'd, I Never Writ, Nor No Man Ever Lov'd.