As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow,

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

Never Durst Poet Touch A Pen To Write Until His Ink Were Temper'd With Love's Sighs.

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.

If You Shall Marry, You Give Away This Hand, And This Is Mine; You Give Away Heaven's Vows, And Those Are Mine; You Give Away Myself, Which Is Known Mine; For I By Vow Am So Embodied Yours That She Which Marries You Must Marry Me-- Either Both Or None.