Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourself Another.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

Let Me Be That I Am And Seek Not To Alter Me.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.