O Death, Made Proud With

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.