When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay

Who Are The Violets Now That Strew The Lap Of The New-come Spring?

Tis Our Fast Intent To Shake All Cares And Business From Our Age, Conferring Them On Younger Strengths, While We Unburdened Crawl Toward Death.

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

He Thinks Too Much. Such Men Are Dangerous.

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.