Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty Leg, Which Is As White And Hairless As An Egg.

What Is A Kiss? Why This, As Some Approve: The Sure, Sweet Cement, Glue, And Lime Of Love.

Necessity Makes Dastards Valiant Men.

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.