All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

Many Dream Not To Find, Neither Deserve, And Yet Are Steeped In Favors.

Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is So Great. Oh! I Could Hew Up Rocks, And Fight With Flint.

Graze On My Lips; And If Those Hills Be Dry, Stray Lower, Where The Pleasant Fountains Lie.