The Daintiest Last, To Make The End

There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To Men's Souls, Doing More Murder In This Loathsome World, Than These Poor Compounds That Thou Mayst Not Sell.

A Girl Takes Too Much Time To Love And A Few Seconds To Hate. But A Boy Takes A Few Seconds To Love And Too Much Time To Hate.

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror