Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A

In The Hour Of My Distress, When Temptations Me Oppress, And When I My Sins Confess, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me.

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

I Dare Not Ask A Kiss; I Dare Not Beg A Smile; Lest Having That Or This, I Might Grow Proud The While. No, No, The Utmost Share Of My Desire Shall Be Only To Kiss That Air, That Lately Kissed Thee.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.

Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty Leg, Which Is As White And Hairless As An Egg.