For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

Who Is It Can Read A Woman?

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

The Summer's Flow'r Is To The Summer Sweet, Though To Itself It Only Live And Die' But If That Flow'r With Base Infection Meet, The Basest Weed Outbraves His Dignity: For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.