Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

I Hold My Peace, Sir? No; No, I Will Speak As Liberal As The North; Let Heaven And Men And Devils, Let Them All, All, All, Cry Shame Against Me, Yet I'll Speak.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.

Pardon's The Word To All.

Ten Kisses Short As One, One Long As Twenty.