Love Is Too Young To

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

There's Hope A Great Man's Memory May Outlive His Life Half A Year.

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than A Minute Too Late.