Lechery, Lechery; Still, Wars And

Love's Heralds Should Be Thoughts, Which Ten Times Faster Glide Than The Sun's Beams Driving Back Shadows Over Low'ring Hills. Therefore Do Nimble-pinioned Doves Draw Love, And Therefore Hath The Wind-swift Cupid Wings.

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

If You Would Persuade, You Must Appeal To Interest Rather Than Intellect. We Are Advertis'd By Our Loving Friends.

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.