Beauty Lives With Kindness.

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?

The Even Mead, That Erst Brought Sweetly Forth The Freckled Cowslip, Burnet, And Green Clover, Wanting The Scythe, All Uncorrected, Rank, Conceives By Idleness, And Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burrs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination, That, If It Would But Apprehend Some Joy, It Comprehends Some Bringer Of That Joy; Or In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!