The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.

That Which Ordinary Men Are Fit For, I Am Qualified In. And The Best Of Me Is Diligence.