Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

What Is A Kiss? Why This, As Some Approve: The Sure, Sweet Cement, Glue, And Lime Of Love.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.

But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.