All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes

For Thou Hast Given Me In This Beauteous Face A World Of Earthly Blessings To My Soul, If Sympathy Of Love Unite Our Thoughts.

[thine] Face Is Not Worth Sunburning.

I Will Be Treble-sinewed, Hearted, Breathed, And Fight Maliciously; For When Mine Hours Were Nice And Lucky, Men Did Ransom Lives Of Me For Jests; But Now I'll Set My Teeth And Send To Darkness All That Stop Me.