And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

You Kiss By Th' Book.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.

Come My Spade. There Is No Ancient Gentlemen But Gardeners, Ditchers, And Grave-makers; They Hold Up Adam's Profession.

Go, Write It In A Martial Hand; Be Curst And Brief; It Is No Matter How Witty, So It Be Eloquent And Fun Of Invention: Taunt Him With The Licence Of Ink: If Thou Thou'st Him Some Thrice, It Shall Not Be Amiss; And As Many Lies As Will Lie In Thy Shee.

Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe To God.