Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

You Take My Life When You Do Take The Means Whereby I Live

Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart To Take A Tedious Leave.

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet