Send Home My Long Strayed Eyes To

And Swear No Where Lives A Woman True, And Fair.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.

Who Knows His Virtues Name Or Place, Hath None.

I Call Not That Virginity A Virtue, Which Resideth Onely In The Bodies Integrity; Much Less If It Be With A Purpose Of Perpetually Keeping It: For Then It Is A Most Inhumane Vice. - But I Call That Virginity A Virtue Which Is Willing And Desirous To Yield It Self Upon Honest And Lawfull Terms, When Just Reason Requireth; And Until Then, Is Kept With A Modest Chastity Of Body And Mind.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.