Give Me A Kiss, And

When The Tempter Me Pursueth With The Sins Of All My Youth, And Half Damns Me With Untruth, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me!

I'll Write, Because I'll Give - You Critics Means To Live; For Should I Not Supply - The Cause, The Effect Would Die

Tears Are The Noble Language Of The Eye.

Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty Leg, Which Is As White And Hairless As An Egg.

Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.