. . . Change Is The Nursery

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

Festive Alcohol Sometimes Leads To An Excess Of Honesty.

How Great Love Is, Presence Best Trial Makes, But Absence Tries How Long This Love Will Be.

I Wonder, By My Troth, What Thou And I Did, Till We Lov'd?