Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.

Life's Uncertain Voyage.

An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

Gives Not The Hawthorn Bush A Sweeter Shade To Shepherds, Looking On Their Silly Sheep, Than Doth A Rich Embroider'd Canopy To Kings That Fear Their Subjects Treachery?