Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet Thyme True, Primrose, First Born Child Of Ver, Merry Spring-time's Harbinger.

Bad's The Best Of Us.

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.

The True Way To Gain Much Is Never To Desire To Gain Too Much.