Now No Way Can I Stray; Save

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake

But We Have Reason To Cool Our Raging Motions, Our Carnal Stings, Our Unbitted Lusts; Whereof I Take This That You Call Love To Bea Sect Or Scion.... It Is Merely A Lust Of The Blood And A Permission Of The Will.