Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

Let My Muse Fail Of Thy Former Helps, And Only Use Her Inadulterate Strength. What's Done By Me Hereafter Shall Smell Of The Lamp, Not Thee.

That Age Is Best Which Is The First When Youth And Blood Are Warmer.

Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A Face; Neglected Beauty Perisheth Apace.