No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love,

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triumph Die, Like Fire And Powder, Which As They Kiss Consume. The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite. Therefore Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.

Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.