There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

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

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

Yet But Three Come One More. Two Of Both Kinds Make Up Four. Ere She Comes Curst And Sad. Cupid Is A Knavish Lad. Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.