A Man Loves The Meat In His

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our Tribe.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.