Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

Things Are Evermore Sincere; / Candor Here, And Lustre There / Delighting.

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.

It Is The End That Crowns Us, Not The Fight.

Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score; Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More: A Thousand To That Hundred: So Kiss On, To Make That Thousand Up A Million. Treble That Million, And When That Is Done, Let's Kiss Afresh, As When We First Begun.