Love Is . . . A Madness

Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

My Soul Is In The Sky.

If All The Year Were Playing Holidays; To Sport Would Be As Tedious As To Work.

The Most Peaceable Way For You, If You Do Take A Thief, Is, To Let Him Show Himself What He Is And Steal Out Of Your Company.