As Full Of Spirit As The Month

Great Men May Jest With Saints; 'tis Wit In Them; But, In The Less Foul Profanation.

Say, Thou Art Mine; And Ever, My Love, As It Begins, Shall So Persevere

I Hold It Cowardice To Rest Mistrustful Where A Noble Heart Hath Pawned An Open Hand In Sign Of Love.

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.