What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should

If I Were A Woman I Would Kiss As Many Of You As Had Beards That Pleased Me, Complexions That Liked Me And Breaths That I Defied Not

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.

Self-love Is The Most Inhibited Sin In The Canon.

Unless Hours Were Cups Of Sack, And Minutes Capons, And Clocks The Tongues Of Bawds, And Dials The Signs Of Leaping-houses, And The Blessed Sun Himself A Fair Hot Wench In Flame-colored Taffeta, I See No Reason Why Thou Shouldst Be So Superfluous To Demand The Time Of The Day.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.