Those Have Most Power To Hurt Us,

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

Oh, Love Will Make A Dog Howl In Rhyme.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

Let No Man Fear To Die, We Love To Sleep All, And Death Is But The Sounder Sleep.

As Men Do Walk A Mile, Women Should Talk An Hour, After Supper. 'tis Their Exercise.